At the side of the lake we sat, digging our fingers and toes into the sand, still as a leaf and for a while, the spectators not the protagonists of the fast moving world. We waded into the clear water up to our knees, absorbing the sounds of merriment and the warm glow from above.
Up and down the shoreline you explored like a hunter seeking his prey for the first time, exquisitely focused on the job at hand. You dug eagerly into the damp, chunky sand, building castles and moats in which you would later drive your cars.
Your brother sat a few feet away in the little sand seat we carved for him, sweet, happy, gurgling and beaming at you like always. His eyes twinkle, perhaps with the notion that soon he'll join you in these big adventures.
This flawless moment I'll remember.