There's something about it.... the rhythmic noises, the steady back and forth.... in between two elements, with the waves caressing your feet.
The sand gives way to your weight as the ocean tries to draw you in further....
There's something about it - the beach - probably any beach anywhere out there, not just in Anguilla...

It requires no toys, no accessories, no suits, no armor.... we're all the same at the beach somehow and I never get tired of watching it all happen, on Sundays, at the beach.
The millionaires laughing with the fishermen, the foreigners talking to the locals, and even shy kids can't resist getting drawn into the carefree games of others. No words required, somehow, at the beach, we're all the same, no words required. With smiles on everyone's faces, open to each other and the possibilities of the day.
Just magical!