Morning walks on the beach
Since we moved our apartment down the beach closer to where we hang out, we both had access to the beach while the other one stayed with Tin who was sleeping late due to the time change. I walked. Tanja swam.
One morning, on a particularly inspirational walk where I felt entirely present in the dawn, “I’m hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet” played over and over again in my head.
Why?