The blue cloudless sky touched the indigo ocean. White capped waves gently rolled to meet the shell-laden sand. Pumpkindoodle helped her daddy build a fort to protect them from the fierce dragon named Z-man, a rather content prisoner.
Lulled into serenity by the water's song and the warm salty breeze caressing my skin, I closed my eyes and began to pray. The tender moment was laced with an oxymoron...overwhelming peace. My talk with God included two words repeated innumerable times..."Thank you."
And then I listened.