I make no secret of the fact that I love where I live. When you can find shells like love hearts on the beach, and a pretty little church upside down in the tidal pools. An expanse of beach all to yourself, complete with soft ripples and seaweed necklace. Never mind that a seagull with big feet got there first. Scramble nimbly over the rocks to the dinky lighthouse, if you’re steady on your feet.
Do you see the lady running, in the rivulets of tide? Wind blowing in her hair. Rushing to meet the sun. The clouds were scudding that afternoon. Another heart, drawn in the smooth sand. It could be mine.