recent observations, week 3.

notes from a mid-week beach day.

The best sandcastles fly sun-blackened rockweed flags from driftwood poles.

Shells are shovels.

There’s no such thing as a sand-free towel. See also: potato chips.

It’s best to heed the posted warning: Bathroom supplies may not be available. Please check the roll before you commit.

The crunch of sand in a mason jar lid rivals nails on a chalkboard.

Baby swaddles make very good beach towels.

If someone spots a dolphin, stop what you’re doing and scan the waves.

A sand brush is a brush for getting the sand off.

It’s calmer on the other side of the jetty.

There’s more than one way to cool down:

Some people brave waves for sand bars.

Some people sit at the shore.

Someone says, If you walk on your heels, you can make the footprints of a whole new species.

A very good book enjoys a bit of sand in the pages, probably.

A paragraph, tops, is all you’ll read.

Goldfish crackers passed on a blue plate are an amuse bouche.

Even the broken shells are beautiful, but we can’t bring all of them home.

Lately I’ve been finding the curly ones.

Leaving just before you’re ready to usually works out.

I liked how silky the water felt.