My Commute to Work

That moment when I get to the beach. Walking up to that place where the boardwalk turns to sand. I can't see the water yet. I wonder if the tide will be out far enough I'll be able to find the little stones you need to complete the picture someone has requested. Will the waves have come crashing in the night before to cover everything in a layer of sand. Or will gentle waves have cleared away the sand to reveal pockets of tiny stones here and there along the shoreline. You never really know what you'll find walking up that sandy path to work at collecting all day. 

Sharon Nowlan