These Sand Castles We Build

On Waves and Sand and Children Growing Up

I drive my 19-year-old daughter to an airport in central Florida so that she can fly home early from vacation and work at her new job in the city. It is early (for a vacation day), and the drive is quiet. The previous days flooding has mostly retreated into the soggy, sandy soil, but many of the ditches are still full to the brim, and puddles reflect an…