Yesterday Michael and I were back on the beach again for a walk, one of the finest places to be ....... or maybe the finest in the world.
We had a little walk and there was quite a lot of headwind, so I suggested to take the second stairway from the entrance  we encountered. 

Walking trough the sand to the stairs in the distance I saw a grandmother with a very little girl walking down the stairs.
When we approache the stairway I looked at the girl and felt the purity and joy of this little girl going out,...... that lovely child innocence.
The girl looked at me very focused and enthusiastic she said in a loud voice: ninga

Michael laughed and I was pleasantly surprised by the enthusiastic greeting towards me.

These beautiful moments always remain for a long time inside me............. give me the feeling of connectedness and happiness with this  small human creature, with life itself.

Today I saw that in Norwegian the word ninga in Dutch means: projection.
I know that I've ever lived in Norway in a previous life.

Again: Thank you God for all those sweet moments and sighns.