We drove down to the beach on the hottest day of March. There’s no wind in the warm air. I was already stunned by the picturesque view walking down from Seaford head. Without any delay, Lilly started throwing pebbles and collecting shells. A few clicks in, I turned around and saw this little one showered by the misty sun light. That’s when I said to myself. ‘This is it. I want to do this with my family more often.’

“Do you know a cure for me?”

“Why yes,” he said, “I know a cure for everything. Salt water.”

“Salt water?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said, “in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”