Crescent Stretch of Beach

Cream sand dotted with prickle berries and straw from the nearby Casuarina tree lined the gentle crescent stretch of beach.  She sat and watched her family floating on boogie-boards in the blue green shades of sea as the hot Caribbean sun ripped behind high wispy white cloudss.  She could tell by the tenderness with which her husband had entered the water that it was cold.  Well, as cold as it could be when the air temperature hoovered in the mid 80's during the day.

Her young son kicked away from his father as if something had happened and he wanted to get away.  Most liely an argument over not enough waves to surf but he soon found happiness in the waves on the beach break that could carry him in, if only for a short few yards, to the shore.

She watched again as her husband coaxed her son and older daughter along some in shore waved and then he himself too a ride on a slightly bigger verson. The sea was too calm today to boogie board, but they all tried anyway.

She thought of the middle child, a girl, who was spending the afternoon at her best friends house.  The were born 6 months apart (could have been around the same time if the mother hadn't miscarried early in the pregnancy, but then things may have been different).  This daughter worried her, as she didn't always listen, and many times didn't do as she was told.  But over all was a good girl.

Life, ingeneral, worried her with things she couldn't explain or understand.  She had grown up in a family of 6 children with worldly parents for whom she would be eternally grateful.  If not for them, who knows where she would have ended up.   She fears it would not have been on this lovely crescent shaped stretch of cream colored sand on this beach in the Caribbean.