As we walk down towards the beach I look out to the white caps.

Whipping around covering the sand then leaving tiny pebbles behind.

I look to my right to see mounds of shells and rocks.

I bound off the stairs and run to the shells with a plastic cup in hand.  

I crouch down to pick up a blue piece of sea glass.

We hunt for hours.

The cool fall breeze hitting to backs of our necks.

Something catches my eye:

A shard of glass smoothed over by the big blue sea.