Sheila Margeson

It feels so good to have grains of sand sifting through my toes, the wind billowing through my silver hair and the sound of the waves romancing my ears. I stop to pick up a perfect sand dollar bleached white by the sun. This is paradise to me. This is where my soul abides. It does not matter where the water or where the sand as long as I know they are near I am at peace. I have strolled the shore line and collectied seashells in Atlantic City, NJ, Deerfield Beach, FLA, Hilton Head, SC, Martinique, the Fiji Islands, the Black Sea in Bulgaria, Maui, Cozumel, Dunoon, Scotland the Channel Islands of California and Rehobeth Beach, Delaware to mention a few. Lady slippers, clams, scallops, olive shells, star fish, jelly fish, kelp, horse shoe crabs, dolphins riding the waves, whales spouting, a loggerhead turtle lumbering by, a black and yellow ribbon sea snake sparkling in the crystal green water, a clown fish, harbor seals, a sting ray, a sand crab and a small shark. Nature's abundance at the shore. Paradise for free for the taking. Treat her gently and she will continue giving to all of us for eternity.