They laughed and swam and dove and chilled it out on the ocean boulders. They showed me a turtle swimming nearby. They collected the moss in a tub and placed it artistically along the water’s edge.
They made me smile and made my time sea-bathing at my special beach ever more special.
Their friendship was real. Their relationship not obvious. They might be pals or blood kin, or a mix of the two. It was not important because their time of leisure and chilling it had more meaning than just mere pals or brothers at a beach. It had the beauty essence flavor of an adventure created organically by them. It was innocence at play and humble youth on display. Chilling it.