|sand corrugated by the wind|
The only treasures were---metaphysical?
The silence, the peace, the purity. The briskly oxygenated air filling one's lungs.
(Think panning for gold? When the waves lap gently on the shore the small tidbits are uncovered.)....Often the place to find sea glass and lost jewelry, coins, and prized sand dollars.
Again, though, little to find:
A few pennies, a few little shards...
....a fun bit of wood for hanging a seashell mobile, a tacky item I make and force on friends, lol! (not sold on esty! you're safe!).
And the blue bead? Yes, yes...it is ugly!
|actual beads found on the beach|
Oddly I regularly find rosaries and religious medals---but I pass those along to those who may cherish them...and their journey to my shores....