Basic beach

Three teenagers on rocky beach

We celebrated the first summer Saturday with a quick jaunt to the beach. The kids clambered over the same rocks they’ve been scaling since they were babies (and the same rocks I also climbed as a baby) while I stared out at the waves and contemplated how the beach has eroded. The waves at this beach have always been fairly big, and the water is freezing, but we used to skimboard or bodysurf when I was a teenager, and I don’t think it would be safe anymore, even on a calm day. There’s just too much of a rip current now.

I collected a handful of shiny rocks and huffed the salt air, and took a few pictures of the scenery.

I’ll make a mosaic with beach rocks, I announced to my oldest. She rolled her eyes.

I’ll paint a watercolor from one of these pictures, I told my son. He jumped off a rock and wandered down to the water’s edge.

I just stood there, watching them buzz around the beach, soaking them in.