I love this story.  While it may follow the conventions of the miracle stories found throughout the gospels, this one appears in sharp relief, and I think that is because all the elements and all the senses are engaged.   There is water . . . water with fish and fishermen and boats and nets.  There is fire . . . a charcoal fire, fish and bread being cooked.  There is the earth . . . here in the form a beach and Jesus standing on the shoreline.  There is air . . . the night air and its requisite darkness . . . and then the morning air, getting light as the sun rises in the east.   And all the senses are there, too.  You can feel the cool water - especially as Peter leaps naked into the lake.  You can smell the smoke of the fire and the aroma of the fish and bread cooking.  You can taste the food as Jesus offers some to the disciples for breakfast.  You can see vivid images - water, boats, nets, fire, smoke, and Jesus on the shore.  You can hear the water rush as the net full of fish is hauled to the surface, and you can hear the disciples and Jesus talking.   Earth, air, fire, and water.  Touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound.  It’s a story full of life, and you can easily imagine yourself there, too.