A beautiful evening

As Anthea put it "This should be a news story or something."
Stepping in that lifeless sand and down those dodgy wooden steps was a little different this evening.  The waves slammed as we were engulfed by the hordes of people that flooded the beach.  When I say they slammed I mean it.  No one should have been in the surf that day.  The swells were thunderous, thrusting thousands of gallons of water into the cool night sky.   As Steve put it, "They command respect you know?"  I will never doubt their power again after seeing what they are capable of.  We were there to commemorate our mate George and boy was there a turn out.  If he had been there it would have been impossible to find him.  He would have been jumping from group to group talking to every person available.  There were candles, beers, tears, and laughs; all for him.  All had their own story of him.  As the throngs of people continued to grow everyone came together and formed a giant circle.  It was tremendous and assisted in bringing back smiles to so many long faces.  If only that kid had been there to dance around in the middle, which I'm sure he would have.  Songs were sung, lights were waved, and a moment of silence was had.  It was lovely; the perfect word to describe it.  I can't end this any better than how that silence was broken, the words that echoed up into that clear, starlit, perfect night sky..."WE LOVE YOU GEORGE!!!"