Today, however, it wasn't pocket change, but a seashell collected at the beach in June when I visited with my granddaughter. I folded my fingers around it, closed my eyes, and imagined I was standing at the ocean's edge again, the soft rippling foam at my feet, the roar of the waves as they rolled in, every now and then, a seagull's cry in the distance.
Sometimes, its the little things, the little moments in time that give us the greatest pleasure when we look back at them. Have you checked your pockets today?
HUGS to everyone!
No comments:
Post a Comment