This one has a bit of beach love.
As the other two surfed she was firmly rooted in the sand! These shells were gathered and positioned with the greatest care. Brought home and then discarded, much to her despair, as they were starting to rot.
The butterfly beach as she called it…thousands of little butterfly shaped shells embedded in the sand. Muted colours; walked over and pressed into the smooth sand around.
The hours ticked by and she remained engrossed. No toys to entertain but just shells, rocks and paddling in the shore.
On her own. Talking to herself. Absorbed and engaged. At times pulling me in to share her finds but completely content in her own wee world.
The expanse of space and a sea breeze; it’s so restorative for all our souls. No agenda or clock watching and time to breathe. I don’t think there’s anything quite like it.
I could watch her here for hours.
