Today I was reminded of this photo of my son and his best friend when they were littles. I can’t believe I found it in my mess of digital files. (and quickly) I got lucky. He is now a teenager, soon to be a man…and he is not happy that we moved to Central Oregon, where we have snow. He was quite content to be in shorts and flip-flops daily. Even when we lived in Southern, California – one of the best areas of Orange County – Summers near Newport pier, and they would boogie board and out of the group of kids, he’d be the one FREEZING after their play in the Pacific Ocean. So his bestie said, “Let me bury you!” And he was like WHAT?
He was so happy being below a pile of warm sand, like a blanket. But not too deep, still above the layers of the cooler base. I miss these simple, easy beach days.
SoCS challenge using either or both words BELOW / ABOVE