His beard had been flecked with the spray of the waves , shining like auburn fire around his smile as he stood knee deep in the sea . I did not want to let his solid warmth go as he held me in the surf , clinging to him as he tried to break away . I finally relented , his laughter soft in my ear .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
What may be a fact about the man with the beard ?


He has red hair .