Half-hidden in wet sand,
different from the rest.
Blue, the color of sincerity.
I dug it out and slipped it in my pocket.
Big rambling house among the dunes;
our playhouse on an April weekend.
We wore sweaters on the beach
and never saw the sun.
I strolled on chilly sand under leaden skies
and sipped Bailey's in an upstairs room,
scanning the horizon
through a broken telescope.
In the drizzly afternoon
I watched beach movies,
and amused myself with cards.
At night we grilled by tiki torches
then huddled around the television,
rent-house blankets over our shoulders,
to fend off the April chill.
More beach movies.
As rain pattered on the roof.
Although we laughed often,
I said little.
Nothing exciting happened,
but everything did.
The wealth of one found shell
now serves as a blue reminder
of a cool and peaceful interlude
under protective skies.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.