The other day, as I was sitting on the clay sand beach by our vacation rental, I saw two kids making drip castles from the silt at the bottom of a hole in the sand. Despite having grown up on this beach, I had never seen nor contemplated this style of sand castle. The next day, as Kina frolicked in the waves, I spent an hour slowly drizzling a stream of wet sand over the foundations of a drippy little cathedral. It was so meditative! I felt restored! Laurea made several jokes about Gaudí and we took loads of pictures to commemorate this ephemeral tide sculpture.

Then Kina stomped the everliving shit out of it. The root of suffering is attachment, etc etc.

Also, Kina jumped over the waves on her very own today! Ocean parent!

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