IT WAS A HANG ONTO YOUR HAT blustery afternoon when I took a walk recently along the Crescent Beach shoreline to find the bay area was unusually animated.
The wind whipped at my face as it surfed the soaked edge where I wandered. If the weather had been less chilly, I would have kicked off my shoes and dug my toes in the silky sand that the water was softening.
The sun cast a silver glow as bouncy waves rushed in and out of the shore ...
spilling beaded water like strings of pearls on the spongy floor.
Bubbly blankets of foam rolled over the pebbles and made swirling designs.
I was tempted to stay but had to pull away from the ebb and flow of the sea that danced like we do to life's rhythms.
Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms