This Moment

At the Pacifica Pier after taking you to a mid-day dentist appointment. You complain about going to the beach - you don't want to go for a walk. But, then you see the waves. They break against the rocks and everywhere near is foamy white "milk." You yell that it is awesome, that you wish Papa could be here. I hold your hand and you try to get free. A huge wave comes over the wall, it soaks us. Later on you complain that I held your hand and that if I hadn't you could have gotten away. Even more later on, we watch videos of tsunamis, rivers of debris flooding towns, no one holding hands, but our heads close together watching the tiny screen in the dark of night.