Safe And Wet

It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon. We were still dressed in our Sunday best. My kids and I had a love affair with the Golden Gate Park and the Pacific. It was 43 years ago on a sandy beach. My daughter was 8; my son was 4. Our new-born was at home. Unlike us, he was far too young to roam like his siblings and me. With never a thought about Pacific tides, After church, we went to the ocean. High upon the rocks, well above the sand, We had no fear of high tides on the windy shores. I was not prepared for those tides that came rushing to the shore, but I instinctively reached For my little ones. Happily, we were safe but wet.