Yes. I suppose that would be a good day to describe it.

I like the river water, but this is not unpleasant. [She moves to head out a bit deeper, then spots something out of the corner of her eye. A small creature moving with the waves.] What is that? [She moves over to a small crab that had been washed onto the shore. It runs sideways down the beach, snapping small claws up at her.] It is not a crawfish. It is round and not long.