Catching up

The view from where I stand.

I’m a fairly tall 5’9” but the boys are almost 6’5” with long legs and a stride to match. Therefore I spent much of my holiday gradually falling further and further behind. Then they’d notice me and wait for me to catch up, but as soon as I did they stride off again. So I spent a lot of this holiday looking at their backs as they stride off - symbolic of every mother’s need to let go of her babies perhaps?