found hereMeet me by the sea again
Past the point of shoreline bends
Where the sand is soft and warm
And hangs upon your golden arm
And time won't move at all
Jesse Harris' The Secret Sun has been the perfect summer soundtrack. Each time it comes on my playlist, I get this image of me making my way across the seashore picking up an assortment of sea shells that will make their way back home with me, and get used for crafty little projects. The possibilities for those pretty gems seem boundless...
Nifty ideas non? But alas, I'm mainly surrounded by lakes lacking sea creatures which means shells are few and far between. On another note, did someone ever find out why sally sold seashells by the seashore when anyone could have just picked them up?