Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Beach Combing, Shells and Magic





there is something magical
about beach combing
at 
dusk..









it is clever..
magic..
you never know when it will 
sneak up
on 
you...






Meg DeWeese and Mr. La Dolce Vita, on the beach in St. Petersburg



we
were off and ready to stroll..
wiggling toes in sand..

and feeling
a tug on the heart from the waves...








magic makes memories...








and pulls us pensively inward...








there is a true color to magic..










and you know it when you see it...

pearly,

and just barely shimmery...








you feel it..
a sparkly kind of feeling...









but... 
try as you might...
to savor it...
it is transitory..
momentary..












like a melting snowflake,
a good bottle of wine,
or words written in sand...












and so all sweet things
must end...

even
magic..




xo