Round

This past summer I would take Matara dawn patrolling with me. She would stay on the beach while I caught a few waves.
I found this on the camera, along with some pictures of me in the ocean. Completely her creation. I imagine her standing in those footprints, bent in some sort of yoga pose as she outlines the shape. The gritty sand covering her hands and wedged in her fingernails. I hope she remembers days like that when she’s older.
In other news, we ate tacos today at Rachel’s, and played a fun game with plastic cups. I found a bag of lemon peel tonight, I’ve eaten so much, my kidneys hurt. Time to drink some water. Then sleep, perhaps motivation will find me tonight.


