Note 37 : At the beach

Sand – the moist one was her favorite – with the waves lashing – the breeze as gentle as cotton – the ocean singing a song of old days – the birds adding notes to the ballad – the performing nature in its element. As the kids and me- enjoy the show - resting on a Saturday evening. Ag, workmanish, with the beach kit, builds her castles – a bridge over the lost stream which strayed away from the mother ocean. Meticulously, I see her add tower after tower – one has a minaret – the other is a rigid column, the third one looks like a cone ( I dare not ask – lest it be something else and I have my eyesight and my knowledge on structures doubted) . They should let kids design buildings – screw them learned architects. Learning make you lose the originality She added the a patch for the garden – the end result was spectacular – a child`s imagination is the most beautiful thing in the universe. The complete picture was not pleasing to the eye, however, when you looked at the parts you would see the beauty of it –in the detail - she had built a horse stable, dad`s reading room, Lily`s badminton area – her garden patch of course – mavshi`s quarters – every little detail so diligently crafted. And the work was still in progress… On the other side – Lil had made the fin & tail of the mermaid in the sand – around her legs to her stomach – as she entered her design – she did look like one – the cutest of them all. Her arms and upper body human and followed by the sand fins and the tail. “and I would swim and swim and swim and swim.. “ she sang. On the beach, I had a castle with horses and a mermaid for a daughter – what more is there to life – I wonder.. The breeze grew stronger as earth it seems gulped the sun down and twilight followed. Hdk