It was actually more like a parent's experience of transcendence and a child's experience of either trust or foolhardiness--I'm not sure which. She always wanted to go deeper:
"Wave, come here! My feet are dirty. Wash me!She loved the surging waves, the pull of the undertow against her legs. Terrified, I was never more than inches away.
. . . Don't pick me up Daddy!"
...We'll save the water safety lesson for our next trip to the beach.