“Okay if we share the bench?” He started asking while he was still behind us as he reached the end of the access path and entered the unobstructed expanse of beach as it merged into the ocean and sky beyond. He sat down and looked to the horizon. “They come for the sunsets. Tourists do. We live here with the tides. The high tides and the low ones.” He said these things while staring out over the rolling waves. I wasn’t sure if he was meditating or greeting us as another new pair of visitors to his beach. Sunrise, not sunset, was much closer to the time when our paths intersected on that bench by the south-most public access to the beach. According to my wife’s Vivofit, we walked about three and a half miles up the beach and back. The bench offered us a spot to rest before returning to the condo and a late breakfast – strictly a vacation routine for us. “Where are you ...