David and I went for a walk on the beach this morning. On the way out, there was a hawk perched right at the top of the cypress tree. Behind him, the three-quarters moon was still giving off light. Wildflowers were everywhere.
On the beach, it was low tide. David ran right to the edge of the ocean and turned, beckoning me to follow. "At low tide, you can sometimes find treasures here," he explained. Like a kid, he began searching. He picked up a sand dollar with a hole in its center. "A bird already got this one. Sometimes you can find a whole bunch of them before the birds do."
We continued walking. Each of us scanned for treasures. He found a rock half black, half white, like the cookies I loved as a kid. I found a white rock. Most were gray, black. There were lots of broken shells.
"Nothing exceptional, today," I thought.
"Undistinguished gems," David said.
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