Sunday afternoon saw us swing past our local beach, the wind was up but the water glistened. Zephie wanted to go surfing after seeing his dadda return from the salty ocean with a surfboard under his arm. In the last light of day I watched them walk towards the water, hand in hand. The young man as light as a feather, his feet lifting off the cool sand as if he were dancing. The sun was warm upon my face and I too was swept away with the goodness of this life.