i'm down at the beach with a friend, her daughter has made me a beautiful bracelet, i really love it and part of me knows that it will fall apart one day as it constructed from string and buttons and trinkets but i do love it so much i don't want to loose it. anyway we are all down the beach when this renegade american guy comes over with his dog and gives us his history of guns. now my friend is very attractive so she's gonna attract every man and his dog but this one has an aura that is very complex and as they talk im reading it, touching on something so dark i have to withdraw and detach myself from, but my friend is able to continue the conversation and engage him without the same kind of retreat i have. he's focused on her, we all know this, he is talking about his life as a police man and the eight bullet wounds he received in the us. eventually he goes away and we debrief.
'did you feel that' we say.
'yeah,' we all agree.
'really bad.'

the rest of the morning is pretty brilliant, i'm really happy sitting there in the sun, playing with the kids and pan, basking almost, wow, why can't all days be like this. simple.