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I love the beach. The serenity. The blue sky. The crash of the waves. The soft, fine sand. My husband and I go to the beach in Montauk through the four seasons and winter is my favorite. We walk along the shore for miles as we collect sea glass and shells. In March we rarely see another person walking along the shore, which makes me feel like the big, expansive beach is all mine.
Even though today was a foggy, misty day my husband and I, my daughter and son-in-law and two grandchildren headed across the street, down the slanted wooden steps to the beach. Usually as soon as we hit the sand we head towards the shore and walk west for a few miles. As we started to head towards the shore, our two and a half year old grandson, Henry, had other plans. He found a piece of driftwood and dug it across the sand. He ran wildly up and down near the dunes. He desperately wanted to climb up the dunes. He knows that we usually stay away from the dunes for fear of ticks in summer and because the ground is not solid and rocks from above could possibly tumble down. Henry was insistent. He planted himself amongst the rocks and lovingly called for his Bubba to join him. In seconds I found myself sitting on a pile of rocks, covered in red dusty sand as Henry and I explored the ground and rocks. We piled the rocks up high and talked about the various shapes and colors of the rocks. He dug his hands in the dirt as his yellow pants became brown. Henry refused to go home when his four-month-old sister had had enough of the cold. Henry couldn’t understand why anyone would ever want to leave the beach.
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Eva KaplanSea glass, found on beaches, is naturally worn and smooth by tide and time,. As a wife, mother, Bubbe, teacher, reader & life-long learner, and of course, sea glass collector, I aspire to use writing to help me understand myself and the world around me. Archives
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