Today was the day. It was time to let my seashell friends and stones go back home. They’ve been gracing my windowsills nearly a year, coming to stay a few at a time over time. The spiders and dust motes made them sneeze. So in the spirit of Solstice next Tuesday, it seemed the right day to let High Tide give them a go.
So off to Point Robinson, north of the lighthouse.
Out of the basket, landing in the sand with happy chirps.
Ah, what a beautiful crew. I’m going to miss them.
They jumped onto the just-right-size driftwood to take in the view, get their bearings.
Then we sang songs. I wish you could have heard them harmonizing.
When it was time for me to say farewell, one little green stone asked to go back in my pocket. I said yes, of course, yes.
I must admit, the basket wasn’t empty when I left the beach. New stones had invited themselves for summer vacation. But that’s another story.
Enjoy the whole movie story with music:
Emotikin World 