The fire licks the serrated edge of the burning log. An alien shape formed by the fire’s force glares up at me. The red embers undulate in an air fed wave. The ocean’s rhythmic sounds float around me. Life is good.
I reflect on the vast amount of life’s distractions. The work, the play- technology’s constant interruptive buzz. I sit at the fire’s edge for hours. Wendy and my mom and dad and I talk and sit and watch.
These last three days have been good. We have waded in the numbing ocean. We have lounged in the warm afternoon sun. We have built fires and cooked S’mores. We have slept, lulled to sleep by the pounding of the ocean.
We have gazed at the stars. We have watched night turn to day as our open shutters have peered into the night. There is something extremely immediate about what we experience here.
There is nostalgia for the present. I watch Wendy chase Isaac and Isabelle through the golden frothy surf. The moment is fleeting. The sun dips beneath the sea. It falls as a fiery meteor beneath the horizon.
Golden sunset turns to pink twilight. Night falls, and I build a fire. I build it with the same seriousness as any artisan, but, of course, with much less skill. I arrange the logs so that the fire can best consume them.
The fire climbs up their bark. Soon an orangey haze surrounds us. The heat assaults our fronts, but the cool ocean air blows at our back. I find the sweet spot between the two where the heat embraces me, but the cool night air provides a relieving touch.
I watch the shifting flame and listen to the brute force of the waves crash against the shore. My babies fall asleep exhausted from the sun and the play. Wendy leans into my shoulder. My mom and dad happily talk about the days events. And I smile a soft contented smile. One that is almost confused at how good life is.
BLUE LILY | Lifestyle Photographer | Salt Lake City, Utah