Father and son
Saturday, August 27. 2005
Crane beach, MA (Jun 26, 2005)
The kid run back to his father. Big heavy drops were falling from the dark clouds, and there were these frightnening thunderbolts getting closer and closer. Scary time to play alone at the beach.
But the world looks a lot less scary next to dad. The sea-mosters hiding in the mist will not come, and their electric breath will not penetrate my magic force-field, that fends dragons and repels the rain. I have no fear, if the monsters will come, daddy will scare them away. And we can set watch together at the mute roar of the ocean.
