The sea looks lovely and idyllic and picturesque in this photo, but keep in mind, in its normal form here it's flat and placid and aqua blue. A cartoon blue with little paint strokes of white, the tide patting the beach the way your grandmother might pat your shoulder when you're sleepy and sunburned.
It's not often churning pewter gray and it seldom does this:
This is a fishing pier, most of the time. The fishermen would be just a little taller than the rails.
Lots of us here in Palm Beach County came out to see what Hurricane Sandy had done to the Atlantic as it passed by hundreds of miles away. We could watch because it did pass by, a rare miss for us, on its way up the east coast. I'm still not used to being worried about my brother up in New York. I've been in three hurricanes since I moved here, (Frances, Jeanne, Wilma) so it's not a casual thing. Weather, it turns out, is the thing that happens while you're making other plans.
Unless you're a surfer.