I can hear the rippling of the tide
as I watch the children playing in the sand
trying to make circles and tracks with the various colored seashells they've just uncovered

And then one by one they would rise and take their white paper cup and dash to the ocean's edge filling it to the brim with salty water hoping they wouldn't spill it before they reach their destination

While I just sit in silence, my eyes enjoying this glorious moment of what summer brings
remembering, remembering, at one time, I too was one of them