all good things

All good things 

On vacation at Tybee island, GA, bout 3-4 hours drive southeast from Atlanta. Cool place. Water so warm, and the light on it. Bright, but not squintingly bright light making you wonder, Is this a dream? Eating your 1rst of two budgeted meals out on the first night. Got this giant plate of seafood. Yum for all, Sal jr. trying and failing, they all failing, to get the nuggets of sweet crab meat that only Daddy can provide. Getting labeled “good at this” when it never occurred to do anything other than get this food in my mouth. Walking on the beach, with the sunlight behind you, remembering months ago seeing the sun set over the water. Now you see things from the other side. Remembering your foot still lifed against the surface as you backflipped into the waves, the aliveness of the moment. Walking by the waves as the sun sets behind you and the pink sky, illuminating the ground that Sal jr. runs on, chasing birds, running on light under ribbons of color set motionless and yet in motion, as a minute walks by and the light changes. Finding sea shells and washing them in the ocean, so warm even when the sand has lost its heat. You remember, writing, after a smoke and a smoke with your babuh on the porch in the night air, you remember thinking what was it? what was it that lost its heat first? The sands heat was gone, but then the ocean was warm.

It was a good day. All worth remembering.