Passings

My grand-niece strolled on the mud flats on her last week of freedom before school.  We'd been out for fried clams at a restaurant that looks over a harbor, and needing to walk it off, took a sunset stroll. We can't stop time, but sometimes I wish I could press the pause button before summer ends, so we can take a moment to really see it all--before the tides flow back in, the weather turns cool, and a little girl squelching through the muck, decides she's too old for it and grows up,