It’s almost over. My two weeks at the shore. This elongated stay is a first for me and I have enjoyed every day! The smell of the sea air, the sounds of the roaring waves, and the sand….well maybe the sand is not so much fun, but I honestly have enjoyed my time here. The sense that the whole world is on vacation fills every moment allowing one to relax at will.
I am not a sun-loving sand sitter, but I do love to walk the beach in the morning and at night. It’s the sound, the smell and the feeling of being here that I love. So many memories flood me—-especially remembering the first time Pat brought me to Ocean City, New Jersey. I was born and raised in Illinois so there was Lake Michigan, but an ocean and a lake, no matter the size, cannot be compared.
From the moment I drive across the causeway to the smell of the sea air, a smile, fills my soul and will not leave until I leave later this morning to return home.
A phenomena occurred while I was here…every time i have come to the ocean, I do what thousands of others do and go shell and stone searching. Looking for the treasure mother nature offers up. Especially conch shells. Time and again I would come down and find no conch. Last year, while the family was here, Lauren and Meredith found a couple of shells and the search became more intense. No matter how many an early morning or evening walks I could find none.
Well, some secret door must have opened after my 6-year-old granddaughter, along with her Dad and other family members found 22 conches on the beach. Every walk on the beach since that day has been a discovery of not just one conch, but many. Yesterday during my 12,000 step walk I found many. It was like they were jumping up and saying, “look…look…look, here I am!” I guess, like anything else out in the universe, once you know what to look for, you see it all around you.
I return home, with a bounty of memories, a sense of renewal and energy to tackle whatever comes my way next.
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