sunny skies. winter winds. time on our hands. a good day for a seaside adventure. so margaret and i bundled up and headed down to the beach. our mission: to get some fresh air, sunshine and hopefully some treasures from the atlantic. this is something we do often. often enough that margaret has it all down... we go down to the water's edge, keeping our eyes down on the sand, and observe the day's collection that has washed up. she enjoys the act of discovering little bits and pieces. she knows all of my favorites... small smooth purple pieces of worn down clamshells, driftwood, bright smooth whiter-than-white round rocks, a certain white shell whose name i don't know (but we find often), scallop shells and of course the very elusive sea glass. margaret always surprises me with her own favorites that she picks up and considers precious and cool. there is always something new to be found. the great thing about the beach in the winter is the lack of summer crowds. we felt like we had the whole beach to ourselves. so we walked and talked, collected and took pictures until our cold hands told us it was time to go. short and sweet but a highlight of the day.