Burgundy.  Occurring.  At the beach.  One of my favorite colors.  First it was the sand that startled me.  Then it became more than sand.  There was seaweed.  There were stones.  They danced, they mingled.  They played, they sunbathed.  They were consumed by the ocean, and untouched by water.  They were together, they were alone.  They were peaceful and loud.  They were solitary and over-crowded.  Even what looked like something more solitary was actually billions and billions of pebbles of sand, making waves of art.  They were art, together and alone.  Aren't we all?  The right kind of madness.