I could live in those late afternoon hours when the sun is warm but low enough that shadows start to creep out from behind every tree and little rock.
Why are afternoon shadows (in particular) so nostalgic?
Jon and Owen went to explore other areas along the little stream. Owen was searching for the 'goldfish box' - I have no idea.
Everly played contentedly by herself on our private little beach. Digging in the sand and talking to herself. I could hear her describing the house she was tracing out with a little twig...bathroom and dinner table and bedroom. Both Owen and Ever have active imaginations and I think their days must be filled with little scenes and tiny adventures, unseen except in their own minds.
We always leave the best fun too soon. But the sun doesn't stay at that perfect angle quite long enough for every adventure to be played out.
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