One of the things I love most is to walk along a shore.

As I approach the beach my thoughts race around. After having strolled for some time, my thoughts have slowed down to match the wind, match the waves, match my pace.

Sometimes I look for shells.

On this particular morning as I was walking I found some lovelies: Iridescent abalone. Wonderfully ridged cockles. A rosy conch. Surreal sand dollars.

And I asked, God, please let the next one I see speak to me in some way.

And I promptly looked down and found a peanut shell.

Bahahahahahaha!

I’ve always found my being able to find the funny has saved me many, many times.