Usually when we go to the beach we sit looking out at the sea, well F looks at the sea, I practice that trick where you acknowledge something and let it go, so that the thought of such a big body of water can't keep tugging at my anxiety triggers.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus on the sound of your breathing.
F called it Kina (although where she comes from the variety of Kina is a bit bigger), and then explained that they live in the sea, are black when they are underwater and alive, are covered in sharp spikes that break off easily, and they jump out at the soles of the feet of humans who walk into the water.
And that hurts. (Hurts the human.)
So why DO humans go in the water? It just gets curiouser and curiouser.
Kina are apparently a sign that the water is clean.
Anyway the dead kina made us look closer, look in instead of out, look down instead of up, and get real close to the sand. I like real close to the sand, but F started 'decorating' me with bits of stuff she found and decided to photograph.
Today, I'm Zen. Breathe in. Breathe out.