we get up and go.
we pack a basket and wear our suits.
(i wear a suit, although of course, don't go in the water past my ankles.)
they fight over
the seats in the car,
and the windows open or closed,
and who gets the wetsuit first,
and the whistling/tapping/singing/etc...
and who carries what from the car to the beach.
and then we are there,
at the beach in the morning.
with tea, and bacon cooked at home and wrapped up in a kitchen towel.
with bagels picked up from scratch, which i can't even begin to describe here.
and i sit, or walk, and eat, and take photos.
and they surf.
i don't completely get it. but i see.
i see the patience, and the freedom, and the joy when they ride,
the joy just in doing it.
it's something they do with tim.
and i completely get that.
home tomorrow.
xo,
tt
