Shells? Do we have shells?
We have them from Topsail in 1996, Oregon in 1999, Clearwater in 2004, Chincoteague in 1997, 2003, 2008, 2011 and, from this year, shells still in the plastic bag I hurriedly stuffed them in two weeks ago. I stuck the bag in the garage and forgot about it until this morning.
I opened the bag, and there they were again: shark eyes, whelks, jingles, clams, cockles and half an angel shell.
I remember the long walk on the beach the afternoon I found most of them, the ridges and hills where the sand wasn't graded, trudging and trudging until I couldn't see another soul and finally, finally coming to the end.
The vacation has been over for two weeks. The shells — and the memory of that walk — remain.
Photo: InsideFlorida.com