Yesterday, in the early evening, D and I went over
to the beach for an invigorating walk
for it felt like winter! There were
only 2 figures on the beach, a father and his young
son, trying to fly a kite.
We enjoyed watching the relentless enthusiasm and
joy of this young child, who never gave up no matter how
many times the kite fell into the wet sand.
They were successful!
At the end of the beach there's a spot where the
beach roses grow right out of the rocks smoothed
by the sea. They are just beginning to bloom and
they are one of my favorite flowers
that signifies summer to me.
