Blue Shell

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,
sipped wine,
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 solitaire,
More wine,
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.