Today is a bit special. Even after a night of slumber-party-parent-duty for my daughter and her crew of friends. They’ve all got the day off school today because of her school’s centenary celebrations. So we thought we’d celebrate the school’s birthday and our girl’s. So slumber partying was in order for last night and a beach ride today! This is the beach.
And this where I have chosen to sit and do some writing.
It’s stunning. Early Autumn here, so not hot, but not cold. A little zephyr of a breeze. A coffee has been drunk, a pastry has been eaten. The surfers are out in the waves and the girls are all back in the saddle, the place they love best, riding along a beach on our wild West Coast. This country is so breathtaking. I hope they will hold this beauty in their hearts forever and never stay away for too long.
So many of the younger generation fly to bigger shores when they finish school. It’s almost a rite of passage here in the antipodes. Back to the ‘motherland’, or across to the Americas. Over to where the action is and far, far away from all this natural splendour. I hope that each one of these girls carries a bank of beautiful memories like the ones they are creating today. Carries them like homing beacons to bring them back to us when they are far away.
I’ve been thinking a lot more about those future days, when they are all grown up. I can see it emerging in my girl; the woman she will become. She and her friends sang with gusto, all the way out to the coast this morning. Full of exuberance, they sang of a kind of love they are yet to experience. And I looked at their beautiful, shiny faces in the rear vision mirror. Beautiful creatures. They don’t know yet, but they will. Not so far from now.
We turned the music up, and together in the cocoon of our big warm car, we danced in our seats, be-boppin babies. The old girl, the young girls. Full of happy hopes and wonderings. Full of a love of our own. Love for life, for our beautiful country, for horses and sea air and the waves on the ocean.
It made me think of this song, from back when I was a young thing myself. My brother gave me a copy of The Hooters on cassette. Remember All You Zombies? That was them, too. I really loved that tape.
This the them. And We Danced.
And we danced like the waves on the ocean romanced
We were liars in love and we danced
Swept away for a moment by chance
And we danced and danced and danced…
(ha! love the eighties, not the mullets!)