IN THE MORNING

at the beach, we do not see many persons, it is windy, but suddenly a bit of sunshine and a family with a little tent comes to the beach and the children will play with the sand.
Our friend Soemini visits us and we have a heartily talk together.


The haiku:

The endless sea moans
Day after day the deep roar
Away from my childhood

And the proverb from Mark Twain:

It is better to be a young June-bug than an old bird of paradise.