I’m so thankful for quiet mornings at the beach. Thankful for cold, wet mornings that make the colors rich and vibrant. Every piece of wood and bunch of seaweed pops that from a backdrop of sand and gentle waves is a sculpture in itself, but every few feet one shouts to be adorned. The adornments are always found within reach. I barely have to look and there is no trying. Thankful for the smiles, peace, and life they bring.

Today, I had a little help building a nest on the beach from my friends, which was really cool!  Michelle was tentative at first - she didn't want to "break it." It's hard to break something you have no plan for, ha! So no worries there. Plus, my favorite part is when things fall apart.

A twig breaks, then another and another. After some time, I figure out which ones are brittle and which aren't. If they are all brittle, I have to figure out ways to make them work. Sometime the whole damn thing crumbles to the ground (profanity follows) - repeatedly - forcing me to rebuild and look at the whole project in a new way. It's so fun. It started to pour today, but I couldn't stop. I spent almost 3 hours building this sucker and enjoyed every minute.