Over 2 Years ago…
Posted by Peter Owen | Filed under writing
Intro
There I was, standing on the shell covered beach looking at the white between my toes. The wind grabbed my hair in handfuls and threw it in my face. There was an aged shrimp boat steadily returning to port with its nets up. The afternoon sun glistened on the top of the waves and ripples of the tide almost blinding me with beauty. I slowly lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the sun’s glare. I started toward the dock where my crab traps were waiting patiently. I could feel the pricks of the broken seashells under my tired feet…
