Night Lights

Rocky and I snuck out of the dorms and off campus every chance we got. Boarding School worked on the hornor system and security consisted of a clipboard hanging on the wall where we'd sign in and out with towns as destinations, as long as we were back by ten.  After ten was another situation entirely.  Since noone ever checked the beds after lights out we'd just wait a few moments and slip out the door into the night. On one such night, we borrowed the Moto-men's bikes and rode across Spyglass and down to the edge of the Sea.  We had several adventures and run-ins that night; but the part I like best was the furthest distance we got.  Just before turning back for the night we stopped at an abandoned Carmel Beach. Not even the surfers were up and we could walk all the way until we stood in the shallow crest of waves with blackness above us, below us, and far out to sea.
Except for the lights.  In the waves as they died and dried into the sand, here and there were cold little fainting stars of bright blue. Phosphorescence it must have been. And though we searched the sand we brought back in a bag to find the little sources we never did.  All there was to prove they had been there at all was the memory of the moment of silent blue stars on the beach.