The sea is warm, alive. Crowds hum, waves fold, boats pass with their low engines. Eyes close, the sound blurs into one living murmur.
For a few seconds she is only a body held by water.
holidays with a toddler are half-responsibility, half-breath.
And yet, floating on her back, water muffling the world, sun on her face, the rush softens. For that moment, the sea wants nothing but to hold her.
Maybe that’s enough. Maybe these are the treasures she will bring home: a sensory delight of stolen moments of a mom on holiday.
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