About 6 pm this evening, I was walking on the beach past some kids boogie boarding. The tide was coming in close to the cliffs, and the waves were fun.
Most of the time on these beach walks, no one greets anyone. Everyone just does their own thing, in their isolated bubbles.
But this time, as I walked past some blond teenage boys skidding into shore on their boogie boards, one of them catches my eye, grins, and throws me a frisbee. It soared over my head, but I ran and snatched it up and threw it right back to him--a perfect throw right into his hands--he didn't even have to move--and we laughed, and I walked on, as happy as I could be.
Most of the time on these beach walks, no one greets anyone. Everyone just does their own thing, in their isolated bubbles.
But this time, as I walked past some blond teenage boys skidding into shore on their boogie boards, one of them catches my eye, grins, and throws me a frisbee. It soared over my head, but I ran and snatched it up and threw it right back to him--a perfect throw right into his hands--he didn't even have to move--and we laughed, and I walked on, as happy as I could be.
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