Heads up: an un-funny post

Not so much has changed after all. My dad scrambles stiffly down the thin path to the water; hunting for agates. My mom waits at a safe distance, worried not that she would fall, but that one of us would. I pull off my shoes and socks and scramble after him, never one to be left behind. My instep recoils on the rocky beach, my toes turn red in the cold water. We wave at mom, look at the sea, look at each other and back at the sea, neither of us sure how old we really are on this cool, autumn day.