I walked too far on a cold, grey day – all the way to the Portman house. It’s a local landmark for obvious reasons.
There was nothing to be done except walk back, the hardware in my left ankle moaning. Or at least complaining.
These are some things I saw…
A boy, alone, rode his bicycle
While two small castles returned to dust.
A yellow pail – left behind – grieved.
Then things started to get creepy. A jaw bone appeared.
A giant spider visited
the wild mushrooms. Who even knew that wild mushrooms grow in the sand?
A conch stood tall – inexplicably – held up at gunpoint?
While the sand dollar glistened and hid.
Finally: a powdered doughnut appeared on the path.
The path less traveled, to say the least. A quiet path, out of the way. On the way back home.
I took that as a good sign.
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Lovely – the verbal and photo images. And a pretty hand.
Thank you, dear John! The hand belongs to my younger daughter!! Xoxo
Indeed I adore the workings of your mind and eye!
How kind, ML!! I am glad this didn’t seem *crazy to you. Xoxo
Love that you’re getting a chance to breathe deeply the salty air at Sea Island.
Jennifer, I’m sorry “the hardware moaned”. I feel as though I walked with you. Thank you!
Hi Allison! I wonder if there will ever be a day when I am not aware of the strange sensations in my left ankle… no matter. I can walk!! It’s so nice to hear from you. Xoxo
It has been such a blessing to be here, Carrie. YES breathing deeply is the best thing!! Sending love to you & yours. Xoxo
Your close attention to details helps other see, and in my case, be a bit envious of a day on the beach. Thanks for sharing.
I can almost feel the sea breeze on me… and such beautiful shells…thank you for sharing a bit of the ocean with us!