Hurry up and slow down
After daycare today, I took Pickle to my favourite beach. Here, the azure ocean is more vast than I've seen in any of the other beaches on the island, I could stand and watch the wave choreography for hours, the endlessly stretching mountains, coated in glistening snow, stand in a frozen procession whenever skies are blue, their glory and majesty unmatched. Not to mention it was the site of our wedding photos...beach piano included. Although there was a sad lack of pianos, today it didn't disappoint. Sun glittered impossibly on each little mischievous ripple, sending my brain into orgasms of emotional ecstasy, and my daughter, who, moments before in the car was complaining that she didn't like the beach, upon being presented with a bucket and spade and wrapped up in various warm clothes like a little golden sausage roll, was instantly transported to happyland. She sat beside the tide pools and marvelled at the seaweed, the dead crabs, the pebbles, the hermit crabs who were