back from days at the beach at my friends house and spent hours enjoying kids being kids on the beach - so wild and free and enviably limber and never exhausted and always up for a new movement, run, stretch, laugh, splash, bigger waves, toys, showing their age, progress, fun and fright. I told my friends daughter that all Twyla Tharp has to do is observe them and she has her next opus down pat. 

the joys of old, not dark yet but getting there age - they creep in and up and leave me refreshed and thankful for the tenderness I still see and let seep in and make me fuller on the beach and even on the subway - when a handsome man asks me if I want his seat and what I really want is to ask him if he wants to go on a date. my treat. oh. now. whoa.

thanks friends for the wonderful weekend under yet more mid August drenched light.

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