Away again

I am at the beach with my friend Heather. Her birthday is in a few days so we thought, "VACATION!" Here in West Palm, Florida, the sand is the color of my mom's hair of a few years ago. A lovely salt and pepper, a mix of rocks and shells, the sand, mind you, not Mom's hair. The sand is coarse much easier to brush of the skin than that of the Emerald Coast or St. Maarten. The color is darker and richer and still beautiful.

We are at Blowing Rocks nature preserve. A bird sanctuary and sea turtle breeding haven, porous rocks line the beach. From a distance they look like turtles themselves but up close more like sponges. As the tide rises and hits the rocks, water shoots through the pores in mini geysers. The ebb and flow of the water the ocean's heartbeat, slow and rhythmic, I am at ease.