Sea Glass Sunday
Oil on Wood
A young family came over from the mainland Sunday morning to collect sea glass on our beach. It turned cold and the fog rolled in, but their sweet enthusiasm was not dampened. They walked away with a bright orange bucket full of treasures as well as a beached lobster buoy that had come ashore. And I was reminded of the good old days when our children were young, and why we are here on an island. Having it all. Away from it all.