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  • The wind, the sun, the water, the waves.

    All year we wait for the time we can drive to our beach house in North Carolina. We wake early in the morning and head south on a hot July day that would otherwise wither us.

    Taking all the traffic in stride! It doesn't matter that other cars and trucks groan by as they travel their own southerly treks; the backs of the cars are filled to interior ceilings with pillows, toys, blankets, shoes, skateboards, book pages, crayons, stuffed animals, a foot showing here, an elbow there. It matters not, the tumble of all that stuff we think we need to be comfortable at water's edge. We don't use half of it. The sea, waves, and sun are what we need.

    Always, we arrive late in the day. Hot, sweaty, travel weary. We make our way to the ocean.

    Clever, eager girl. So quiet during the drive this year she tucked her swimsuit inside her travel bag so she could quickly change and run to greet the sea. On this day, she ran all the way from our parked car...across the pebbled lot, down the brick path through the scrub pines, up a wooden ramp, over the breezeway, and then down across the dunes into the water, kicking up spray as her feet met the water. Oh! She ran like a doe, leaping at each step with anticipation. The sea was waiting for her!

    After immersing her entire body in warm seawater, she stood, backed up and breathed deeply. Her grandfather walked slowly to water's edge to stand by her side. He shared his greeting, his joy too; she was immersed.

    Wind, sun and waves caressed her arms and legs and gleamed off her hair ever so lightly. She gently relaxed into a position only her heart could have choreographed. Her long graceful arms lifted gently to each side, her head bent toward warm waves in gentle rhythm at her feet. Her swimmer's legs rested in the nest of the sea. An effortless grace! At last in Ocean's arms, her own arms floated on a thermal of joy I could feel just by watching.
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