I took this photograph twenty years ago. It was early in the morning and the beach was empty, save for these children, their dog, and myself. Since I had come out of my cabaña after they passed, I don’t think that they ever noticed me.
I remember feeling the timelessness: the salty scent of the ocean air; the rumble of the waves; the rustling of palm leaves in the wind. I also remember recognizing how the time of day corresponded with the stage in life of the children walking in front of me.
I miss that period of my life - the feeling of freshness, and, like the pair in the photograph, having more before me than behind. Yet I’m happy to still be here, alive and able to recreate the experience, after all these years, through writing and an image.