The 5 year old Child Syndrome

I have this week pretty well to myself, to wander about as I choose, etc. Yesterday I took the drive down to the ocean, something I’ve wanted to do for a second time since I arrived. The first time took over 5 hours to get to the shore, and although it was pitch black outside by then, it was still just as phenomenal to me. This time the drive was considerably shorter, and I spent several hours walking the coast in complete fascination. I would like to one day have a house on the beach, the noise of the waves is so overpowering that it drowns out all thoughts and creates a refreshing kind of peace.
While I was there, I felt like I went into complete 5-year-old mode - oh look at that!, and wow, I’ve never seen one of those before. I wonder what this is, etc. My fascination was endless and although I could come up with intellectual reasons, it took nothing away from the mystery and wonder about it. I want to keep that approach in everything. Surely I could have sat down and looked at the larger picture of the landscape and the ocean, the people in the surf or on the beach, written what I felt or thought, but it was enough to just be a kid wandering along the beach, splashing in the tide, picking up sea stars and playing in the sand.