We were walking along the shore of the lake and my son called out to me that he had found sea glass.  I thought for sure it was a jagged piece of glass, leftover from a broken bottle, but in his hand was a softened, sanded piece of “sea” glass.  I could believe it.

When we left the Maritimes, I thought I was leaving my sea glass searching days behind.  Yet here was a piece of glass so similar to sea glass I’d never know the difference.  And if there was one, there must be more.

Sure enough, as we walked we spotted more.  I came home with a small handful of glass, including a yellow piece, to add to my collection.

It may not be from the sea, but it’ll do.