What’s that? A strange artifact floating in the sea, mirrored by another, to run your fingertips over? A salty seasoning of the skin mixed with the taste of citrus, sour on your lips? How beautifully out-of-place do kidnapped seashells look on a kitchen counter? And the way that sand sticks to feet - until it makes contact with your bed. Is that the transcendental feeling of cleanness, paired with a slight exhaustion? Sometimes the pleasure of a beach day is quite simply the lingering satisfaction as you return home.