Every piece of sea glass I find makes me question its origin and what it once was. Could it have been part of a pirate's bottle of booze, or perhaps a fragment of a dinner plate from a hundred years ago, tossed overboard in a fit of anger? My mind wanders as I continue my walk along the deserted beach, salt spray hitting my weathered face. I stumbled upon a piece of rose-colored glass, once part of something beautiful, as it came to rest on the sand and found its way into my pocket.
I never tire of searching for sea glass, even if most of my finds are not very old and likely came from a cruise ship, where bottles are thrown overboard and become part of the sea. They tumble between the waves and sand like clothes in a washing machine before eventually making their way to shore. One of my better discoveries was a Coca-Cola bottle that, against all odds, washed ashore completely intact.
The sea holds onto treasures but sometimes releases them to be found and admired by old salts like me, whose imaginations run wild with questions that are sometimes answered but often just end up in my pocket, another pretty piece of glass.
Mike 2025
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