At some point during her frolicking in the surf, Lexi started yelling and screaming into thin air. She would yell at the surf and the waves. Taunting them to come get her wet if they dared. She would scoop up huge handfuls of sand and throw them around. Then just as quickly as she started she would just stop, raise her arms up, tilt her head back slightly, closer her eyes, and just…stillness.
Is she enjoying the warmth from the sun? The coolness of the water over her feet? The slight breeze through her hair? The coarseness of the sand in between her toes? What is she thinking? I never asked, I’ll never know, and I’m ok with that.