this morning i was up extra early. i was helping chuck and margaret smoothly get out the door and on their way for their own adventure that they had planned. once margaret's hair was braided and details like her cardigan were packed up (in case it got chilly) and they were off, i took advantage of the early hour and headed down to the beach with a latte and my camera. a quick storm had just rolled through so the entire ocean front was pretty quiet. that is except for the sound of the sea... especially right at the little spot i had found... where there was a deep thick accumulation of stones, broken shells and beach glass... as i waded around up to my shins, sifting through the odd bits, searching solely for pieces of smooth, tumbled glass i listened to the sound of the atlantic... especially right below my feet... loving each time the waves trickled out, over and through this cluster of treasures from the ocean's floor causing them to happily chime and clink together... a sound like no other. a sound i'll gladly listen to any hour of the day, no matter how early.
happy friday! may you enjoy all nature's sounds that the weekend may bring.