He found his thoughts wandering and tried to bring himself back to the moment. After all, it was a beautiful morning. Bringing his focus back to his feet crunching in the sand and the warm breeze that whipped around his head pleasantly, he started to feel better. Things weren’t so bad. They’d manage, somehow.
Suddenly, he heard a shriek and turned to see his daughter on her knees, hunched over something in the sand. Squinting up at him in the sunlight, she yelled: “Dad, is this gold?”