For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
— e.e. cummings
Headed out to the beach:
Getting cozy in the sand (she also made sand angels):
Barely able to stay still for a photo-op with Mommy:
Racing the waves:
The sky was gray but her heart was not:
Lounging later:
Encountering immensity:
That last photo is truly wonderful.
It makes me ache for the ocean.
It make me long to be small again.
And that ee cummings was one of the first poems I ever fell in love with when I was a child.
Thank you for sharing your ocean with me. I forget sometimes just how much I miss it.
Sometimes, we live life through the Claire Bear!
XXOO
Laurel, come visit! She is waiting for you, and always will.