Water lines

Mr. Wilson (formerly Speed Racer and sometimes referred to as Winston Churchill) and his mama live near the beach as of a week ago. On Friday, Bama and I visited, giving Aunty J some time to unpack boxes. Then we went to the beach.
J held Bama's hand while Mr. Wilson and I teamed up (he's been walking for months).
We caught the beginning of the gloaming at low tide. Mud sucked at our shoes, eel grass lay limp in the fading sun. We saw a few shells, hoped for crabs, happily peeked under rocks.
They lifted my sadness. We were better for our time together.

Water lines

Water lines

Water lines

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