Just off the pavement, on a makeshift tarpaulin sheet, hung the two objects that caught my attention.
They lay there, cozying up one next to each other, holding on against the cool sea breeze. Calmly, they lie in wait, for nothing in particular, without want or complain.
She was barely 3-4 year old. She didn’t care about the picnicking folks or the sea or the pets. She was most obsessed with the soft balloons in her hands.
A small joint. A satisfying breakfast.