going to the beach, us young kids would go into the resort condos to swim in their pools, enter as if the world was ours, no cares at all. visiting, waking early, going to the window and seeing the red ball in the sky over the ocean. my dad down there on the beach with his woman, no thought for me to experience this, no thought of my also time on this earth, no inspiration, but at awe over the sight, all alone, my own self, apart from my dad's self, taking it in.