|San Juan Capistrano beach, courtesy of Bing.com|
We were stretched out on the deck of the rental house, facing the ocean. There was laughter about our jobs and the crazy things our kids had done and would do again. Some hit song from the 80s was playing, and our feet were randomly keeping rhythm on the top of the railing. It was a fine day.
|Some still play on the beaches, while others remember play.|
But for just a few minutes…