When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
___ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Long-forgotten poetry comes rushing back as though it was yesterday in the blink of a camera's eye...
I love everything about this gorgeous and classic childhood image. The sunlight is magical on your golden haired boy. Beautiful and timeless, Louise. I just love it,