A Walk through the Sea Oats

“Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will..... the only memory I allowed myself to keep.” ― Karen White

sea oats

Sometimes the only way I can clear my head is with a walk to the beach.  Each time I go, something has changed.  In the fall, the grasses become a beautiful brown, dying off for the winter.  I walk through the dunes, pushing back the overgrown sea oats and step onto the wide expanse of beach.  Some days I find shells, some days only trash.  But each day I'm there, I find myself.