It's been two weeks since I've been able to get my toes in the sand. This morning the tide bowed out and the hunt was on. I was greeted by an empty beach with endless piles of pebbles to search through. And my seaglass friends came out to play in droves.
I have been so grateful for these quite mornings, and it never for a moment escapes my notice that I am blessed to live among such beauty. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of the beach. I longed for the soft sand and the blue water. Originally from the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, I some how knew that my destiny was here, at the edge of the world, looking out over a vast expanse of slate blue gray. The sky and the sea become one in the distance as the world holds its breath. "Remember this moment", it whispers.