Their voices over the surf are barely audible. But their enthusiasm, like the magic here, is palpable. So, I’m about to be shocked when his question breaks the spell. For now, she hovers precariously over a tide pool, camera poised just above water’s edge. He hops awkwardly, gleefully from rock to rock, unwittingly revealing the eleven-year-old still alive in his middle-aged body.
And my apologies for replying soooooo slowly. I somehow missed this conversation originally but was looking for a clue another Substack writer seems to have planted in my comments to a mystery game she's hosting and saw this. I much appreciate you reading and sharing. :)
The comparison of humanity to a tide pool strikes me as remarkably accurate. I enjoyed reading this perspective.
And my apologies for replying soooooo slowly. I somehow missed this conversation originally but was looking for a clue another Substack writer seems to have planted in my comments to a mystery game she's hosting and saw this. I much appreciate you reading and sharing. :)
Thank you!!
Love the tide pool comparison and your beautiful images
Thank you, thank you, Wendy!!
And my apologies for replying months later. I somehow missed this comment originally.
Hope this finds you well and happily writing all these months later. ;)
Love it!
Love love love this. Precisely put.
Nice work, dear friend!