I don’t actually know what drew my eyes to this heart-shaped rock, wedged into the tiny crawl space between the boardwalk and the sand. Maybe it was the sliver of sunlight that fell across the face of it, at just the right moment. That’s how the ocean sometimes presents to us her most precious treasures, isn’t it? Like the lustrous pearl, for instance–tucked into an unassuming oyster shell, waiting for its intended recipient.
thanks for sharing!
Ooh, love this! It reminds me of the times I went with grandparents to the beach out here as a child. We’d always find similar treasures. I had this one huge seashell that Grandma Allred gave me. I would often put it to my ear and listen to the lull of the ocean.