In these days of seemingly endless winter, my collection of sea glass reminds me that summer will arrive again.
It is a memory of bare feet in the sand, salt water rushing over my ankles, hot sun on my back.
For a moment, I can feel summer.
I wait for the sea.
I wait through the long winters and the rainy days. As soon as it is warm enough, I pack my beach blanket and a book (and toys for the kids) and head to the sea.
It is a soothing, calming place and I cannot get enough of it.
The tide was out when we arrived at the beach.
Sand bars like smooth islands shone in the sunlight, speckled by seagulls and seashells. The water was a mirror for the shoreline.
It was morning and the beach was almost empty, so few footprints interrupted the patterns made by the tide. Ripples, salt lines, pebbles, and snail trails embellished the sand.
The sea makes its own art.