A Perfect Day

I took a chance on heading out to the beach before the storm hit.  I made it just in time for the low tide.  The conditions couldn’t have been better.  The storms churned up a bounty of goodies, there were very few people on the beach, and the cloud cover made spotting glassy jewels easy.  I spent all my time in an area about a 1/4 of a block long. The spot was so juicy I got down on the ground and sifted through the pebbles.   

I knew it was time to go when the tide started to cover my “patch”, it began to drizzle, my pockets looked like they held baseballs (so heavy I had to keep pulling up my pants), I ran out of tissues, and for some reason I kept smelling the paints waiting for me in my studio.