The day began with the morning light making magical patterns on my bedroom wall. The afternoon ended on the beach with Mira. I made a sandcastle while she dug in the sand with a garden trowel I brought along (though later she decided a teaspoon was more fun). As I gathered weed and shells to decorate the sandcastle I was carried back to one I made as a child. I won the prize for the best sandcastle at the Sunday School picnic, and was thrilled. As I watched Mira’s intense absorption in digging and gathering I felt there was little difference between us. As soon as I’m playing with sand, I’m a little child once more, lost in time. How strange it is, ageing on the outside yet remaining fresh on the inside.