BE
“Stop looking and you might find something,” he said.
“O.K., I will,” I look up to see the ignored wonder all around me; the infinite expanse of sea, the subtle lapping of little waves arriving ashore and the seagulls stalking me for a crumb. None of these had registered because I was so bent on finding a piece of sea-glass in the dawn flotsam. I had been looking all week and found shark’s teeth and whole shells, but no glass. When you’re the first one out, you stand a better chance of locating the best of the beach-combing, not to mention experiencing the chromatic return of that solar scoundrel.
These gems of the discarded, having been pummeled into recycled treasure, are easily spotted because of their unique coloring. I was so obsessed, I missed the sunrise. I decided to seek no more for what I thought I needed to find, but instead to accept whatever came my way. Walking a mere five feet toward the cooling water where I intended to wade, I jumped. My foot smarted as I stepped on something pointed. You guessed it, a piece of sea-glass. That wasn’t the miracle of this morning though.
When I washed the sand from the glass and held it up to the sun, these two letters winked back at me laughing…BE. True story.