Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The beach renews us. We find our spot, set up our umbrella and chairs, and watch and listen for a connection to years past, to our own youth, as we watch the sun worshippers, the sand castle builders, the wave riders. The rhythmic pounding of the waves in sets, little, bigger, biggest. We walk the beach, picking up jelly beans, the little blond rocks we enjoy. I found a perfect sand dollar which did not survive the trip home. Our grandchildrens' laughter is our laughter, their wonder and discovery are ours as well. San Clemente has a place in our family memories.