Eyes new and blurry from sleep. The ocean has on too much perfume. The mussel shells mix with the sea weed, the Irish Moss and mildew shells. The fish must not have showered. Boats are all overturned as though asleep.
It’s spring on dry land with the yellow iris blooming next to the pink azalea. The a nd lily’s emerge from the ground and launches inches a day it seems. Even the lavender seems to stretch her arms grabbing more ground to cover before she pulls out her fine feathery purple hat. The pink rain of petals from the trees blow through the green grass.
The beach still feels cold and raw, like late fall or early winter when it’s too cool to be in bare feet and the wind climbs down the back of any sweater or sweat shirt. The icy chill of water says not yet to bathing suits, beach balls and more feet on the sand.
I step onto the beach and see a piece of pinkish purple. When I lift it I see it is engraved. The pattern in stunning and intricate, a daisy like pattern inside a star with twenty points. All of this on a piece of glass not much wider than my thumb. What an early morning treasure.
I find an assortment of browns in many shapes and sizes and tints. The palm sized and thick to the child’s finger nail. There are many whites, almost translucent and to be thrown back as well as small and thick and rounded at all edges. There is a thick white bottle base and a lighter sharper beach glass piece with grooves and pattern which will make a stunning piece of jewelry. There is a second purple, plain and hearty, as well as a perfect aqua so pretty it looks unreal. Some pieces are still wet in my hand, having not had the chance to dry as there is no sun and the water only recently deposited them here.
It is less than an hour but I am full, a grown woman playing hide and seek with the sea glass and a kind mother nature always places pieces like moms on easter, so that the child can have fun looking but also always does find.
Catch of the Day: The sleepy ocean letting me visit
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