Last night the waves were crashing against the shore from two different directions.
The wind was blowing in gusts that nearly took our laundry drying out on the balcony.
As I fell asleep to the howling and crashing, I imagined that by morning, the shore would be littered with treasures…. rocks, shells, coral, sponges… and sea glass.
I was right. Harry and I hit our all time record of 380 pieces of glass. Brown, green, white and bright blue.
I am slightly obsessed with collecting these weathered beauties.
I especially love when they retain the curves or details of their original selves.
Today we found what might be the coolest piece yet. What used to be the lip of a bottle is now a perfectly fitting ring.
Early in January I emptied my overflowing jars of glass into this giant vase. It was about 1/4 full. Now, just about 45 days later it sits right about here:
I might need another vase.
Where does this obsession come from?
Childhood memories of searching for good luck rocks.
This visual marking of completed miles.
Souvenirs of days on the beach.
Or the reminder that the only difference between an ordinary shard glass
and a soft, beautiful treasure
is a tumultuous journey.