In the golden weather of autumn, which keeps extending itself, day by day, I sit on the beach. With Mira, it’s very simple. Just be there. Enjoy. Play in the sand.

 Watch the boats sailing by,

while Mira finds her own solution to sandcastles that won’t come whole out of the bucket. She just puts the bucket back over the crumbled pile and continues to build on top of it, and all around. While I’ve made a mound, Mira tells me she’s making a mountain.
When you are two and a half, imagination always finds a way. With Mira, life is simple.