I came to the spot close to the road where I had met my organic farmer friend bagging seaweed for fertilizer a few weeks ago. Good thing he hadn’t come today; there was no seaweed on the beach, whereas a few weeks ago the place was overtaken by the stuff. But wait…, further down, the beach was covered with seaweed and other kinds of ocean debris, including some metal lobster traps all snarled together. It was like being on two separate beaches on opposite ends of the globe.
Shells cluttered the seaweed beach. Mainly clam shells that the seagulls were dropping from the air and then swooping down to devour the insides. These were the shells that kids used to collect, decorate and give as gifts (ashtrays, remember?). I’ve had my years of children and grandchildren filling my pockets as we walked the beach; for the most part I’ve given up collecting.
But oh…not entirely, not today… now with a nautilus waiting for me.