The day was bitter
raw and windy.
Our fingers froze.
I saw root bones, bleached by the tide.
Drift of all kinds has been cast up on this wild place so close to our little town.
Rags cast off years and years ago perhaps, linger here.
Rust bones are scattered about, half-submerged in the stones.
The beach is rocky. Countless bits of beach glass can be found - perfect for the mosaic project I will be working on with our Fifth Grade classes next month.
Braving the cold was worth it - here is my treasure trove.