Low tide welcomes beach-goers with Southern Hospitality and coaxes them into her arms. Skin glistens in sun’s sweet rays as her gentle crashes wet their pores. Sparkling waters wash over sand and playfully recede, beckoning children to discover the gentle, homemade current. A light breeze dances through sea grass and vacationer’s hair as the morning dove spies my pencil fluttering wings of its own. This island is defined by humid air of salt and surprise, sun-bleached wood and stepping stones, where water meets the horizon.