The sun spills brilliant colors on my laughing children as they swing, dance about, and play in the sand.
What dreams they make with their hands — the imaginary castles and the cities.
I watch them quietly, daring not to disturb what seems so carefree.
The boys dig their hands into pools of water like it is the most incredible thing,
and my daughter falls asleep as she swings.
Why can’t all afternoons be as delightful and serene?
