Walking in Mud

Today we went to a nearby beach that turns into mud flats during low tide. We took off our shoes and walked in. Squish, squish, squish between our toes slid the mud. The water never got more than a couple of inches, and it had been warmed by the midday sun. It was gross but delightful. Our son bothered birds and squatted down to whirl the water with his hands, making strings of goldenrod algae dance. We squished back to the dry sand where my husband was still clean and reading the newspaper. Go in, I convinced him. It will be the most fun you've had this year, I promised. Fifteen minutes later we three were covered in sand and mud. It was the most fun we'd had this year.