Today was the last hot day of summer 

and the last sunny day for a while.

So we decided to go to the beach.

As there weren't many people, the fish weren't scared away and big groups of very small fish were swimming near us.
They swam so close to the surface that you saw their silvery scales flicker in the sun
and they made a sound so light that it sounded not like water but like hundreds of butterflies fluttering their wings ...

Last week in the hospital ,

today at the beach.

That's how we roll. 

"I hope this wasn't the last time this year", I said as we were leaving.

"I hope this wasn't the last time", he answered.

 

Amen to that.

 

Clara