By the Sea

The sea holds mystery and magic in the crashing waves and the beautiful sand.

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The sand was etched by the washing of the waves and I saw footprints, but not human prints. They were sea bird tracks —little marks shapes in the wet sand.

As I walked along I found some wave worn shells their spirals incomplete, two sand dollars and a starfish brown on the tan sand. Seaweed curled up and was rumpled by the washing waves. A dog’s tracks —paw marks dented the wet sand.

A flock of black and white birds the size of doves swept down at the waves looking for tidbits. The white foam reached toward their feet but didn’t catch the. Seagulls and pelicans flew close by.

The waves crashed rhythmically and the sun began to set pink over the water. The smell of wet sand, fish, and sea weed overwhelmed me. I found more shells as I walked dipping my bare feet in the cold waves.

Wind blew off the ocean and brought with it unknown scents as it pulled at my hair. I heard the gulls calling and noticed a half washed away sand castle left behind that day by some sweet child who was by now happily laid to rest in his bed dreaming about the sea. The sunset faded away and night settled over the beach.

Looming ahead I saw the lighthouse with its shaft of light shining out across the water. My pockets filled with shells and sand I hurried home and laying my head on my pillow. I dreamed too of the beautiful sea and savored my walk on the beach.

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“God called the dry land earth and the gathering of the waters He called seas; and God saw that it was good.” Genesis 1:10

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