Beaches are like that too. Gentle sprites are replaced by youngsters, blond hair flying in the wind, sand it toes, and totally into their thoughts of magic castles, princesses and an occasional dragon.
There are old axioms in acting on the stage - something generally about a wall that separates the actor from the audience; something clear and unseeable but loaded up with "do not cross" signs. Actors, like sprites and fairies, are to be viewed; their territory sacred and inviolate. We have our place, they have theirs.
When kids are creating, laughing and playing, surrounded by sand and water, sun and breeze, I can only watch and be happy that they are in their garden and in their world.
(The music is the conclusion to Ravel's Mother Goose Suite, 100 years and 2 months ago. The kids are timeless)
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