I miss the beach. I miss the girls having their ASL class in the beach neighborhood of our town. That was my weekly hour of sand and Jesus. It was my peace, my relaxation, my “me” time. I suppose I could drive to the beach and park for an hour, but I never seem to take that time for myself.
One warm-ish day we decided it was time for a little shelling. The sun was shining, the tide was low, and the finds were good. No matter how gray the snow and sky are in the middle of a New England winter, there is always color at the beach!