She finds them at low tide during the morning. Sometimes she digs in the sand to get them. Ever since she was a little girl, she searched for the perfect sand dollar but has yet to find one. They are either chipped or not completely round.
“I keep looking,” she says, “but, to me, they are all special.”
“Yes, “I say to my daughter. “Each sea urchin has the secret of nature inside.”
I watch her walk along the shoreline, often bending to pick one from the sand. She cradles each lovingly in her hands like she’s holding a dove.
“I keep looking,” she says, “but, to me, they are all special.”
“Yes, “I say to my daughter. “Each sea urchin has the secret of nature inside.”
I watch her walk along the shoreline, often bending to pick one from the sand. She cradles each lovingly in her hands like she’s holding a dove.
