So many times on very hot and humid days, we wait until around five o'clock to head down to the beach. It's less crowded then, it's less miserably hot and we savor the cool water and the eventual setting sun and if it's low tide, the endless wet sand underfoot. Often we meet up with friends and we only leave once our bodies run out of fuel and back home we must go, to put something on the grill while everyone gets clean. These are always good evenings and we've had many of them, but I still catch myself thinking of our toddlers, our little children, full of energy for one last wave, one last sand castle, the no I'm not tireds, and I forget that our children are now teens. Still seeking one last wave, one last walk down the beach, only now they can walk themselves back up the hill and they stay awake during dinner. They've grown, these children of ours and Alex and I, we've grown older, too. So I take pictures, I try to etch these evenings, these passing summers in my own mind, so we know, we see and remember, just us at the beach.
Adam with his best friend, Noah