Countless carapaces...or larval shuck. One of nature's profligate extravagances. Like a thick soup along the shore, providing an aroma reminiscent of crayfish. Each of these relatively simple creatures has a precise built-in clock, so they emerge en masse over a few nights. I'm thinking last night, with its wind and waves, was bad timing for the nuptial dance. Tonight, with its absolute calm, would be perfect. Perhaps the emergence will continue for a third night, and future generations will be as extravagant as those past.