looking out

Today I stood, looking out at the ocean. I was taking a breather. A deep breather- after some misdeed, misstep or injustice proclaimed that was about to put me over the edge of bad parent precipice. As I looked out, the sun shining the wind blowing, the feeling of my own breakdown flying away from me on the breeze that challenges the flight of gulls- I feel a leghug. I don't look down. I try to figure out who is who. Who am I and who it is standing next to me letting me breath in the ocean. Then I know who it is, because Henry arrives and sits on my right foot. These boys- who play hard sometimes, and sometimes kiss each other tenderly, open mouthed and laughing are breathing too- and looking out.