And Seashells in July...." (Cecil Day-Lewis)
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet echoes on
in sweet, soulful refrains.
For every joy that passes, something
Shells and ribbon on Coronado Beach, February, 2010. I know how the shells came to be there. It is the ribbon I wonder about.
In the case of this whelk I picked up on South Padre Island Beach, the life was still inside. A couple pics and the shell went back into the Gulf. I was a little disappointed - that was the biggest and nicest shell I'd ever found. (November 2005)
"Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid." (Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift From the Sea)