Despite the impending doom of your father's leaving, you seemed to make the effort to brush the sadness aside for a day at the beach. We're the same in this department, we two. The water rejuvenates us. It doesn't matter where it comes from, whether it's artificial or otherwise. It doesn't matter whether we're swimming in a spring, lake, sea, river or in a tub at home, there's just something therapeutic about this life source.
Perhaps it's a return to life's womb, the way we used to float endlessly in our safest state during pregnancy. Or perhaps we were born in the water all along, just adapted to land and we didn't even know it. Whatever the case, we will never stop going to the beach. Never. Maybe we'll even live beside one someday-fish for our supper, go skinny dipping at night,befriend a mermaid or two. Whatever the case, always go back to the beach. There you will find home of the most universal kind. The cosmos will always welcome you with open arms.
Here's to the weekend that was:
Dancing happily once you got to the part where your feet touched sand.
A brief photo-op before hitting the water which only the Mom seemed to enjoy because you, little one, are impatient and overeager to pretend you're a fish.
No food. Just water please. Lots of it. A whole oceanful to be exact.
On our way to the cage.
A Spotted dear in Captivity. A sad sight.
Because your Papa insisted that you touch it. And I insisted that you do not on the basis that it might be of a rare monkey-eating, blood-sucking, chewing kind of deer specie.
Mango-Cheese Ice cream from the local sorbetero.
Strolling around the 'resort'.
You and Dichi chasing each other around the cottage.
In memory of the shoes that never went home with us.
Dichi and her lovely bottom.
Don't ask me what you were trying to do. I don't know either.
The light before the torrential downpour.
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