Joy

It's silly I know but there is something about the ocean and the sand and the softness of that sand in breaking a potentially bad fall that sends me into gymnast mode. And it's silly that I can't be at the beach without spending half my time upside down. And I'm embarrassed and flattered that another group of beach goers gave me a round of applause for all my little stunts. And though I only feel joy at the time, my heart hurts just a little when I see the pictures and know I was never as good as I wish I could have been. But all that it takes to turn that attitude around is a quick trip to the backyard trampoline to relive the joy of floating through the air weightless and free and once again I am filled with joy at being able to fly.