We’ve been going for long walks on the beach almost every day
You attached to me in the Baby Bjorn
It’s noisy with cars, but we walk as far into the bush as we can, to get away from the traffic.
On the way down to the beach we talk; well, I talk and you grunt
But when we get to the shore we’re quiet you and I
We listen to the little waves, and the seagulls, and the wind.
I pull the arms of your jacket over your hands to keep them warm.
I’m very grateful to have this time with you.