Yesterday, I did get down to the beach, as planned. Stone hunting. It was perfect.
Most people like the beach in the summer~ sleeping, getting grilled. Not me. If it's really hot, I might go. But quickly~ so quickly. Just to jump in, have a swim, and then I head right on home. It's too hot. There's no shade.
It was raining a little yesterday. No people. Not a single one. Just me. The tide was way, way down and the stones were slick and shiny with wetness. They are so beautiful like that~ as though they have been put through a lengthy tumbling process. Sometimes, I treat the stones I bring home with a special epoxy to create that 'just out of the surf' look. Mostly, I let them be. People who use them outside will be happy when it rains, and they see them wet.