The sand between our toes

In 6 hours the alarm will go off. In the dark we'll strap the baby seat into a cab and head for the airport with a bleary Bear and probably about half a litre of coffee gurgling around a dad's stomach.

Later, having arrived and discombobulated, we will walk out onto a beach somewhere north of Cairns, let go of a Bear, and let her run with the sheer joy of it all.

And haul her away from the water time and time again. And occasionally make like a goof and run through the shallows letting her legs thwack into the broken waves while she cackles her lungs out.

I will not meander through excel spreadsheets nor touch a photocopier. I will drink flourescent cocktails with mini-umbrellas. And I will enjoy a lasting smile for the first time in weeks.