Sharing

Buds and I have biked out along the ocean. As I relax on this park bench, enjoying our picnic breakfast, I think of calling Monkey, the one child I know is still awake.

I want to share this with her. I want to share it with all the people we love.

It's why I write the blog; for my own memory, but also to share thoughts and moments and ideas.

But I don't call her because it can't _really_ be shared, can it. Like birth and death or fears and loves, words and pictures are insufficient.

I'll exist in this peaceful, glorious moment with Buds, grateful for it, yet knowing it is fleeting and for us alone.

No less beautiful, but still solitary.