Yesterday in an attempt to get lost during another Open House with our Realtor, Gerry and I headed down the shore. It was a beautiful Spring Day with blue skies, blooming forsythia, and daffodils everywhere. When we reached our destination at Point Pleasant, we were surprised to see how crowded the beach and boardwalk were. We had our camera and thought we would take some quiet photos of the ocean and surroundings. We chose a spot near the shoreline, spread out our beach towels and proceeded to play in our own little worlds. Gerry started creating a "Stonehenge" of crusty sand flaps that graced the beach. I became intent on creating heads from the flaps, decorating the face with the tiniest stones and shells. My "man" is sticking his tongue out... truly juvenile! As we each worked in our own private world, the most curious thing happened around us. Little children from around the beach would wander over and start playing along side of us. Parents came rushing over to move the kids away from us, either because we looked too wacky with our playtime and cameras, or perhaps they just wanted to give us some privacy. The kids must have sensed our child-like mood and wanted to play too. It's unfortunate that we live in a world where strange adults have to be strangers. We laughed at our own creations and took some photos of each other, being careful not to point the camera in the direction of other people's children. Then we headed for the boardwalk to have a slice of pizza and share a coke. As we walked back to the car, my foot accidently kicked something that rolled in front of me. Hallelujah! It was a small beautifully colored and spiraled sea shell. I always manage to find a souvenir when I'm down the shore at the beach. It's amazing what a little playtime will do to lift the spirits and calm the restless soul.
