as promised...

due to the lack of wifi at the beach I'll have to cut and paste this later.  As I mentioned very early this morning, I writing at the beach today.  As I walked by the sunbathers and costumed I contemplated the sand.  How the sea water flows over it, and through it.  Sometimes building it up, and others shifting it away.  I collected some sea glass.

How much sand does it take to make a glass bottle? And how much  time does it take to turn that bottle back into sand?  The glass I was able to find was all green with the exception of one white piece. One of the pieces looked like the state of Georgia.  

Don't you think?

I enjoy this.  writing with the minimal idea of an audience…or is it the idea of a minimal audience?

Should I make an effort to establish part of my day as only for writing?  I should jump at the chance.  I have the time right now.  Am I apprehensive about what will leak through?  I think this might be it.  Always the desire to protect myself and remain shielded.  

seems like I hear horns calling for these walls to come down.  And while Jerico come to mind, so does Susans horn...