20 June 2014

Beach Combing

Summer is a time for beach combing
I love it

My children find things

I find things

We explore in the sand and sea weed

Imagination envy... they saw something
I did not, I am too grown up to see the amazing things
that they see.

I keep the stones they give to me

I keep pebbles and driftwood
and blunt shards of white and blue glass

A birds skull
I clean it with bleach when I get home

I hope they keep something too
I hope they keep the stories
and the feeling of being

                                    completely free

even when it rains, in fact, especially when it rains.