The moral to the story you find out

With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb.

Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm.

What should our gaze mean?

Kit waited for me to decide.

Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child?

That was an absolute vista.

Those waves raced far, and cold.

“How far could you swim, Daddy, in such a storm?”

“As far as was needed,” I said, and as I talked, I swam.

The ~ This Life – William Stafford