We paddled, sat on the sea as pirate boat sailed away earlier we had been in the Sea. At Noodles, we drank had bite to eat.
Not missed by town we departed, as we built sand castles. Developed a moat. Filled it with water. Walked along Sandy beach through the seaweed.
There was laughter. Time passed slow.
Mind switched but had to switch black.
Conscious choice to move away from the evidence of hatred. Perhaps it age, or maybe the synergy around disturbance in City is why head to coast or countryside.
Struggle with events, but playing on the sand, is not burying your head in the sand.
I saw you Matty, in my mind blue wellington boots on, toothbrush in mouth. Walking towards me. This time of year. This time of the day. Summer 80's we growing me as Father, you ready soon for school.
Stood oldman trapped in a memory 33 years ago. Then recognised LA young nephew was heading into the sea. It was time to concentrate on him, his day, his moment. Build happy days memories for us to enjoy.
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