It is a happy talent to know how to play.

 ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Life on the beach this weekend is still a little cold and windy. The adults all have their winter coats on....but the kids, well, they were born with soaring spirits that make them oblivious to the cold breezes.  The older ones teach the younger ones the art of living at the beach.  I don't think they even know that they are teaching. Their gift is the simple act of getting a kite to fly, or showing how to take a fish off of the hook. 

They chase after the mother ducks and throw bread to her and her babies. On any given day at the beach you can hear shouts and giggles, big wheels, and basketball thumps, jet skis and the splashes of paddles but mostly you hear the joy they are sharing.

Then, the sun sets and everything starts to quiet down. The fun and adventure moves into their dreams to become sweet memories for another day.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the lake, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a bay, a flickering candle or children playing on the dock? ~ R. Marston