The ocean is a high contact sport. Expect to wrestle a wave. Expect to be tackled, lifted up, tossed aside. Waves sprint and jockey each other to the shore. Cresting, they swap twelve-foot high fives. Boys play tag with icy waves. Their cries of surprise compete with seagulls. A toddler in pink totters toward starlings holding their convention on the sand. Her face beams as she waves to each bird.