I looked down onto the beach.

My daughter, with her son, watching the wild waves bashing against the shelf of finely ground pebbles that lay on Chesil Beach.

What was in their mind?

What could they see?

A little 4 year old boy, who had not before seen the ravaging beauty of waves like this, who had only once seen the mild shallow waves of Weymouth.

What was in his mind, I guess awe.

What of My daughter?

Many years have passed since she first viewed this beauty, this wild untameable beauty that stretched as far as the eye could see, this other world at its meeting point with ours.

Awe

I guess Awe, still, after all these years.

Looking down from the low cliff I could only admire the trials that she has gone through.

Everything that made her this great person, this wonderful beautiful person.

I too was struck with Awe.