The air was crisp and salty. The wind carried the heat of the day off the ocean; the kind of heat that stays on your skin long after you leave the beach. The sun was setting, but everything was illuminated. The last few people were slowly making their way home as we walked down 83rd Street beach in Stone Harbor, NJ. That was where I met Anne and her three children, all teenagers and all smiles. Some walkers stopped to tell the Ruskowski kids how great they looked and a couple