That family kept staring at the sun after it had set even until the sky was completely black and the ocean could only be heard. I though it was pretty weird of them but then it dawned on me that watching them was probably even weirder. I waited and watched them for as long as I could, all the time wondering what the hell they were doing, but eventually headed home around 9pm. Lying on my bed now I don't know if they're still there but a part of me hopes that they are - those creepy motherfuckers - and a part of me hopes that they've found whatever they were looking for too, even if it was just the sound of waves crashing in the darkness or the feeling of the cool water on their feet.