we can always come back said the mum to the boy on a beach was a ploy and the boy knew her words were only words we were on the beach too a mother and the girls at the start of the world and i was there too taking pictures of us all but i don t remember pictures though i have them to hand i remember the sand on your face though and the shivering from the sea carried on a shoulder still in a towel and i still don t know how we made it and i think i ll never know happiness is action at the end of the day there was nothing to say but we all knew that sleep would be well you can t preserve the moments they move with the air to the gods of nowhere but we were all there and that s good enough for me