New Years Day, 1999.
I went to the beach on new years day. Brain still bruised from the previous night's excesses.
I saw a brand new family playing on the beach: Fit, surfer dad. Beaming, freckled mother. Fresh, crawling baby.
I saw the young father laughing and playing with his child. It seems as though both father and child were learning how to play from the other.
I kept thinking, "What an amazing year they have in store."
I took their picture and wrote a little poem about them. When I went to ask if I could send them a copy, they said they were visiting from Ireland. So I got their email address to send them a scan of the photo. The whole interaction just felt good.
World wide. Wild.
of a child of a child of a child.
Father learns to play.
New family, new years day.
Jan 1, nineteen99