Creek glass

Sea glass is symbolic
of the magic
of transformation.
The NW wind blew the tide away today. For my walk I decided to go through the marsh to hunt beach glass. It was very cold down on the shore but a great time to scavenge. I had to call hubby to bring me a bucket from home to put all my treasures in. This dump was used by the Tolson Hotel and after a few strong storms I always find things I can not live with out. These broken shards have wonderful stories to tell if you take the time to listen. This shore is not a place you would want to walk around barefoot soft crabbing in the summer.
I hope you will always have a piece of beach glass in your pocket.