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Silently observing





Sitting…watching…viewing



I am the original voyeur. It is in my blood to do this. Without the act of watching, I would surely die.



Start of the day. Phone call: Come to the house, we will go sunbathe topless on the beach. Drive. Wait. Go. In the boat going out, quiet. Wind bothering me. Focused on self, I notice no others.



Laying on the beach, feeling the wind blow across me, a shark is caught, photographed, and released. Nature is saved to continue with a minimal interference by man.



Watching the family…mom, dad, and baby interact as I lay on the beach. Dozing in and out of sleep, the afternoon passes. Time to leave, going back, watching the family…interact as I sit in my seat on the boat.



Baby is tired. He wants my seat. It is given to him when I go sit at the front of the boat, leaning against my friends back. We give each other thumbs up, he and I. Then, I have to take my seat back and he cries. I let him walk to the front of the boat to his mommy and he is happy because he is getting a treat.



We give each other two thumbs up…both of us happy.



I look at him, in the eyes and he returns my stare. Knowledge of an old soul looks at me. He has been here before and knows it. This is his life to shine. One day he will be famous and very successful in his chosen career. I know this to be true.



He crawls up to mommy and sits on her lap. Falling asleep she lowers him down into a laying position using her purse as his pillow. She ignores he is there; but, she really doesn’t. When she thinks of him she gazes down at him with so much love it is hard to look at her. The moment is the purest moment in the life of a mother and her son.



The dad drives the boat. Capable, safe, and funny, he takes his family home. I am the lucky person who gets to share in this family’s life. It is understood that their home is my home too.



I love you guys so much…I say as we go home on the boat.

It is killing me. Every time I relax and let thoughts of him in I die a little. My tears fall in wet drops from my eyes and I can't see. But with every drop that falls I see clearer in my mind...and I die a little.