a cold morning’s beach
a young boy sits all alone
what is on his mind? 🦊❤️
It was a cold and windy morning on the beach. We were layered in clothing. Yet a boy of maybe 12 or 13 was sitting on the wet sand, pant’s bottoms drenched, one pant leg pulled up. He was scrawling something in the sand with a shell. My first thought was, “He must be freezing - why am I so cold!” Then I wondered, “what is he thinking about?” Is he sad? Is he a genius thinking about some new invention and figuring out the math in the sand? Why isn’t he looking at his cell phone like everyone else on the beach this early morning? It’s funny how sights like this make me think way too much about what might be going on. Truth is… I saw myself in my boyhood years in this young boy’s early morning on a cold beach. I’ll bet he is a very interesting boy. 🦊❤️