The second day at the sea started early.
The cubs did sleep till late, but Lara couldn't wait to witness the early hours from her window once again. She ordered some tea and drank it in bed, observing how the waves hit the breakwater barriers. She could spot a few swimmers in the distance, fighting against the open sea.
A few elders would walk on the sand and collect shells and clams. The fresh air of the morning was beneficial to their old bones and lungs.
The seagulls cried their songs, calling each other and flying in circles.
The beach was so calm at that hour, and the noise of the sea calmed her even more.
Nate had gone out, and she wondered if he was among those brave swimmers. Either that, or he went looking for breakfast.
She didn't hear him get up, which meant he was even earlier than her.
When he finally walked back, it was eight o'clock. Time for breakfast.