Walking along the surf

This sunday morning started in a bright manner. Even now in the evening silence inside this room, it feels still hot. “I’m going for an early swim,” I said. “I’m coming with you,”she reacted. So we had our espresso first, packed the towels and the camera’s. And off we went. At our arrival on the beach, the sailors were already bringing out the catamarans. Easily we crossed over to the Peninsula. There a few dog-walkers were busy throwing balls into the surf. The dogs being the only swimmers. Such a delight it is to stroll together along the surf. We would not go “bras dessus, bras dessous” like a pair in love. We have our camera’s as an excuse. We do the art-stroll instead of dreaming the lollipop. But eventually we hold hands...

And we really enjoyed ourselves, countering the waves with our flabby white bellies. Making the fresh dive, not for too long. But so awakening to dry up in the breeze and strolling back again. Seduced by the pink-blue&green waters, warmed up by the sun and filling our hearts with the salty aromas. Tingling and daring a kiss before leaving the sands to the many, many beach guests to come. Having our summer sunday on the balcony. Lunch between the laundry and the painted cupboard parts. Reading and dozing in the afternoon until Mischa came joining us for dinner. A wonderful Sunny Day early September. And the Living is Easy.