Today, my walk on the beach was a poem.
|Abandoning my shoes by the dune fence,|
|I rolled up my jeans and savored the cool crunch of sand between my toes.|
|Meandering along the high tide line -- looking for the elusive colored glass worn smooth and opaque by the sea.|
|Wading through sandy rivulets of yesterday's tidal pool.|
|My thoughts a million footprints back and forth across the expanse.|
|The icy fingers of low tide lapping at my toes.|