This past weekend, they had made tracks and headed with friends to the Moroccan coast, a three hour drive from Marrakech.
They brought only the bare necessities.
Their plan was simple: to play. And play some more.
They ran in the waves.
They practiced jumping high in the air (handy in joyful moments).
They did impressive tricks. They built castles and didn't even mind when they couldn't live in them.
They caught the wind with handmade wind-catchers.
But mostly they gazed at the ocean. They thought about how it was so big and how they were so small. Then they remembered that their problems were even smaller.
At night in bed, her husband asked, What's that noise? She whispered, It's the ocean. Oh, he said. And he fell fast asleep.
* Many thanks to the Guardian and sweet Benji Lanyado for mention of my Yemen photos here.
