A storm blew through last night but the sun was up this morning to shine on a newly washed world.
The beach, though, was holding onto the storm. White capped waves pounded a mist covered shore line. Only shards of shells were left along the back shore where the angry gulf had taken another bite out of the dunes, toppling several palm trees and exposing the underside of a long ago paved road.
But the tide always turns. Just as we reached the end of our walk, these shells were released from waves.
So today, I had a small present from the universe and I left the beach with a smile that felt almost like a prayer.