I am blessed to live near the beach these days. It is said a cold front is upon us so I decided it was a perfect opportunity to put my toes in the sand. The day was sunny and cloudless. A mere 90 with a slight breeze & zero humidity at the end of November. The seagulls appeared happy & celebrating the end of hurricane season. I too was relieved with the change and start of a new season. The Osprey hovered and made dives for their dinner, while sandpipers were at a frenzy with incoming tides. I walked a two hour tour while the ocean sifted long stretches of shells. It never gets old wading in the shallows searching for treasures. No matter what age you are or how many shells you already have. Each time you walk the beaches is a new memory, a new page in your journey or a renewed feeling of being refreshed. I filled the pockets of my shorts with the treasures I chose and thought to myself; "it is well with my soul". It was the perfect way to wrap up a Thanksgiving weekend. After 2 Thanksgiving gatherings with family, friends & neighbors, I had much to be grateful for this year.
