Tuesday, July 8, 2014
My newest treasure.
As I walked along the beach yesterday, I was losing hope of finding the perfect shells.
Most of the time after a storm, you can find beautiful shells.
Today was ridiculous. Little piles of broken shells. I did not find one auger. I did not find one olive. That is unheard of in ENC. Those should be our state shell. Why they are not, I will never understand.
I went to the water to "look for shells" one last time. I sat down in the water determined to find SOMETHING. I scanned. I searched. I pushed broken shells around. I slid over about a foot. As soon as I sat, I spotted it. I jumped up.
There it was. All by its lonesome. Sitting on a pile of sand in a pool of water that was gathering as the tide was crashing in.
I carefully picked it up, cradled it in my hand and ran as fast as I could back to my chair. Looking back on the event, I felt like Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I found the golden ticket. I found a baby sand dollar.
What an amazing feeling.