A Sparkling Child on the Shore

The new High Definition video camera arrived from Amazon. Straight out of the box I tried it out on a cloudy, windy beach. Took seven or eight clips and tried the zoom, the pan and various settings; auto and manual. They were good enough and I am on enough creative hyper-drive, that a quick video was the next step. Music would make it perfect and I remembered a song my daughter co-wrote with her band, Web of Sunsets. "Navy Blue" is a whimsical tune, and "blue" perfectly described the hues dominating the stormy sky. You can see the result. I'm happy and my daughter is pleased with her Mom's impetuous creative effort. She wrote that she thought the tempo of the song matched the movement of the waves. I wonder about the rhythms she experienced as a baby, toddler, and young adult as we spent summer weeks on the same beach. She learned how to fish, swim, build sand castles and look for pirates' treasures here. Tiny feet left golden footprints along the tideline when phosphorescent diatoms shared their bioluminescence. She would run and dance and sparkle like a firefly in the sand.  Like her Mom, she became a writer and unlike me, she became a musician. How much did the primordial rhythms of the sea influence her soul? I hear the waves crashing as I write this, with a candle burning in the window of my little cottage on this barrier island beach. I hear music in the surf and the laughter of a little girl echoing in my mind. With soft eyes I gaze past the candle flame and see a sparkling child on the shore.