How I adore looking for seashells on the beach. A peaceful, quiet, contemplative activity. After I collected these, the moment I got back to our room, I was compelled to create something. I found the blue book with the imprint sitting on the desk. I grabbed it and played. It provided such a lovely background. And the imprint, serendipitous I suppose. Don’t we all hope that each year will be one like no other? How about the shadow on the last one? Looks like it might take flight.
With bounty from the ocean
Creates inner peace
It doesn’t end there
As the shells came home with me
Transporting me back