Reflections: My early morning walk on the beach

I don't often have the opportunity for a walk along the beach. I was plopped in the middle of the southwest desert rather than the glorious coast. So it's possible I savor the moments the discoveries and the entire experience a little differently than many.

I've often wondered about the hundreds, maybe even thousands of sand dillars that wash up on this beach every day. For the last 20 years I've been coming here. I always get up early and that is very rewarding in the case of getting out on the beach. Nothing much has been disturbed for hours. The sea has made its deposit. It is there to discover and take away if desired. I have dozens and dozens of sand dollars at home I've collected from here over the years

I enjoy watching the seabirds enjoy their breakfast. A few calling gulls and the quick scampering curlews snacking on the sand crabs as the waves receed.

A few sand dollars may still be living. They are fuzzy purple discs with their thousands of little feet. I gently moved this one closer to the water. Maybe it is time for its life end I don't know but I like to think I prolonged it's life.

Barnacles tell me that some inhabitants have been floating tumbling or sitting long enough that they found a home on them. Such as this sand dollar. I also picked up a cluster of barnacles which had been connected to a stem of kelp at one time. One of the treasures taken away this morning.

I seldom get the beach entirely to myself there may be a few clam diggers a lone fisherman or jogger and of course the seabirds I love nature I love listening to the subtle sounds and even the silence. I enjoy noticing the little things. The tracks in the sand, a kelp leaf washed up, a few shells, the tracks made as objects are thrust upon the shore by the tireless waves.

Tomorrow morning will be my last early
Morning walk on the beach this trip. I always look forward to returning and recharging my energy from the sea. I always take a bit of treasure with me like a polished shell that has been tumbled until it is almost unrecognizable the cluster of barnacles and one last sand dollar. This one destined for a friend.

Most importantly I take my memories the luxurious feeling of sand and sea. The remembrance of a lost feather and tracks in the sand. Until next time.

Thank you grand and glorious sea for reigniting my soul with love of life.