Once dinner has been consumed, followed by a kitchen tidy up, and are suddenly given notice that the sun is beginning to descend. That's the family clue, a gentle reminder a few times each week, to begin gathering up for our trip to the water's edge where front row seats to the evening's sunset beckon us.
Several times over the past few weeks, young friends have joined us on our expeditions a short distance away to bid the day adieu.
It seems there has become a more serious tone this summer to create at the water's edge, to sculpt the sand just so, to dig and dig, to fashion and to form, and the end results always produces a deep satisfaction for the architects of such an activity.
After a long swim, and riding the gentle waves on their boogie boards, the girls were the first to begin their creative ambitions for the evening.
The boys followed very shortly, both groups naturally tending to their desired sculptings. And then the idea of a competition began. My husband was assigned the duty of becoming judge for their creative endeavors and detailed commentaries were encouraged.
What a fun and creative evening all had, and although a bit competitive in nature, all respected each other's unique ability to express themselves using the sand and water for their artistic mediums of the night.
Several hours later, the sun plummeted and darkness began to fall. All celebrated with a final swim, and then it was time to leave when the mosquitoes began biting my hubby to bits.
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day, you shall begin it well and serenely..."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson