Atticus
21
Aug 09

Existential Question

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Leave it to a child to ask an existential question that reverberates louder than the Pacific surf:

Will there still be waves if everybody’s dead?

Atticus, in the midst of his first beach vacation, received a truthful answer — and a question. Why did you wonder such a thing? Silence, except the sound of waves arriving and retreating.

Atticus at blow hole

Atticus, Memories, Observed
29
Sep 08

On the Beach

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On the Beach

What will the boy remember of yesterday? Years hence, is Atticus, my son of three, doomed to never recall his first day at the new edge of his known world, the Pacific Coast?

As I watched him run toward and away from tiny advancing and retreating waves, I realized how fleeting the moment probably was. Not just his memory of what he did but the pure delight of not caring about anything else. Neither the event or the feeling might ever return.

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