16 July 2010

through the eyes of a child

the little girl arrived at the beach yesterday and suddenly all that was familiar looks different. as we walk, she's like a hawk, spotting smooth white rocks and worn down pieces of beach glass and swooping down to pocket them. she calls the ocean by name, demanding that it come closer or retreat, and tries to hail gulls with a "hell-o! seagull!" she doesn't mind walking in the rain and thinks the resulting sunset is pink and beautiful. and the kite delights her, even though it doesn't fly very high or stay airborne for too long.

5 comments:

madamebutterfly said...

I love her King Canute impersaonation!

From Shrimp to Lobster said...

Beautiful post! You make me want to return to the beach...and my childhood.

Blissed-Out Grandma said...

Children really do transform everything!

Tabor said...

You have the best of friends to share the beach with!

Sweet Mess said...

lovely... and so true.