Sometimes when I go on walks down at the beach, words are inadequate. We try to capture things — images and characters and moments — with squiggles —
When sometimes there’s so much beauty that there are no words.
Is that okay?
On Friday, when we walked the beach after playing volleyball in the sand for most of the afternoon, I turned off all my words and just looked. Just soaked everything up and let the urge to capture the moment slip through my fingertips.
Are we silly to try to box up everything with words? I think some moments just need to be.