Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Language of Laughter

On the beach in Malaga, Rose an I saw a woman with a cane as she entered the ocean with her friends.  I didn't understand what they were saying, except for the laughter.  I wish you could see how much fun they were having.  Frolicking.  It was a beautiful thing.

1 comment:

jlbessel said...

I love it. We saw a menanite (sp?)family of 9 1/2 (she was pregnant) all wearing the same black pants/aprons and royal blue shirts/dresses when we went to Okracoke Island. I felt so jaded as I watched the joy that each wave crashing over their fully clothed bodies broght them. I would love to appreciat something so simple with that intensity again.