A PRIVATE MOMENT
My friend Katie is renting a beach house this week, and invited us to visit a few days ago. We are in the midst of an extreme heat wave, but the ocean was deliciously cold and the rental house had central air! What luxury. A great time was had by all, and as the sun began to set, the adults had cocktails while the children played in the yard. Katie's daughter H was pootling around at the bottom of the garden next to the shed, momentarily lost in the private world of a small child. I remember such moments so clearly: the feel of the cool leaves under your toes, the gleam of the day's sun still prickling along your skin, the smell of dinner cooking in the air, while you hunt for bugs and wildflowers.