A day at the beach.
Tiny hands burrowing into the warm sand.
Strange and wonderful sand, feel it, taste it even.
A chance for us all to sit at their level and do nothing but play.
The older ones into the sea at once. Catching tiny sprats, diving into the glassy calm. Anything to keep warm.
And My Little One, there at the edge waiting for waves to transport him, leaping over them, caught in the act of being. In the moment. He forgets that he is a little boy. His eyes on the horizon, surrounded in blue.