Water Polished

I grew up about 30 miles from the coast, sometimes living even closer, sometimes further. What’s astonishing to me is that I aligned with the granite and pine of the mountains over a hundred miles to the east more than the waves and sand of the beaches nearby.  I’ve seldom had that drive to visit the beach. When I do, I’m often more captivated by the Sitka spruce forests and bald bluffs than I am by the crashing surf. So, it’s been surprising how many trips to coastal places have been logged this last year.  Most recently, it was the salty, rocky beaches of the Puget Sound, where the waves have tumbled rocks, shells, glass, and logs, and littered then across the sand.

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