Last Night by the Sea
"Can we go see the stars on the beach?" she asks.
It is ten o'clock at night, past her bedtime. I have never seen the stars and moon over the ocean. I understand her desire. We go.
The beach is empty. Moon is soft in a black sky. Stars, we see stars. And the sand, beneath this street lamp, looks like moon dust. My Eldest leans into me, smoothes my hair. "Can I have the camera?"
She photographs the moon. Moon dust beach. And me, back to the land, face to the sea.
This, this is a beautiful way to spend our final night on Long Island. Moon, stars, sand, and a young girl longing to take it home in some small way. I understand her desire.
LL by the Sea, photo by Sara. Used with permission. Moon over Beach photo by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: family stories, Long Island, travel
posted by L.L. Barkat at 4:30 PM
13 Comments:
There are simply no words for life like this, moments chosen instead of set aside for schedule, moments lived you never realized existed... Beautiful.
Yes.
Peaceful and dreamy.
There is something so wonderful about the sea. I am glad you had that special moment.
contented sigh.
this
is
a
lovely
ending
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agree
So nice, L.L.
A song comes to mind: "You are the Sun" by Sara Groves.
"I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine"
Keep shining.
The beach is magic at night -- perhaps more so, because it is so often a sudden, unplanned impulse: "Let's go to the beach," so you go, and the sea is wide and deep and black, and you know that it has always been mysterious like that, you just never saw it without the surrounding noise and color before.
a perfect moment.
L.L.-- A beautiful piece that caused me to remember similar moments with my children. In fact, your words made me feel like I was by the ocean again.
Thank you.
i can feel the sand between my toes, smell that fresh sea air, see the twinkly stars and bright moon!
thank you ll and sara for taking photos and sharing them. they are lovely.
What a gorgeous photo of the moon over the ocean. I was instantly reminded of a poem by my son Gabe from 2001. It goes like this:
As the sun sets,
it casts deep purple hues
on the hot orange sky;
the glowing orb touches the sea;
the water sizzles and pops
magnificent effervescence.
Sinking slowly into the ocean,
the sun sends drops of luminescence
spinning in every direction;
dotting the inevitable night sky,
the last breathtaking color
is pulled into the churning waves,
where it waits
patiently to be released
from the watery prison
of the following dawn.
breath taking photography and shared relationship!
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