'I leap free this spring. On fire. How my hair curls.'

i'm behind! but frantically attempting to catch up, i promise. not this last weekend but the weekend before i visited Kokrobite Beach. we stayed at BIG MILLYS BACKYARD. a huge courtyard-esque property along the sand with huts and tents spread among the resident -dogs and -rastas that are pleased to make your acquaintance, for petting and dancing, respectively.

we were sandy and dirty, hair out to here, showering in the Atlantic.
swinging with our childhoods.
hammock-ing with our reads.
walking with shells.
and swimming with tens of naked Ghanaian children who have found the meaning of life: jump in, jump out, roll in sand, repeat.

i think they may be on to something.