Our first day out. Despite overcast skies and a constant drizzle, the magic of the Maine coastal beach was not lost on the kids. They spent hours exploring the craggy rocks at Pemaquid Lighthouse. On their own, with the whole place to themselves.
sharp salty sea air
the Dusty dog keeping close tabs when they took off
Crashing waves, wind blowing ocean mist in their faces.
happy as clams
Finding crabs, mussels, starfish
mommy look at this one
and this one
smelled really good when we got them home
(the kids and the treasures)
how effin cool are they?
In this place, they are not bored, they do not beg to leave. They get lost in the universe of a tidal pool, and the microcosm of a seaweed bed. Leaping across the rocks in search of souvenirs to fill their hoodie pockets. Feeling adventurous and free and invincible. Independent. Unburdened. Nekkid of all that is cumbersome and heavy and manufactured.
Do you remember that feeling? I do. Sometimes, if every thing is just right, I can still feel that way. If I've gotten a good night's sleep, and my knees don't hurt, and I'm just over my period, and I dump all the shit in my head, I can still feel that way. I can leap across rocks, and get sprayed by ocean waves, and see a universe in a tidal pool. And feel free. Sometimes. Still.