They are no works of art, just simple little beads with a single carved sea turtle in the center. But it seemed like a good cause besides I thought they could use my money more than McDonald’s or Burger King. The sea has always been my refuge even as a young man, in times of trouble I’d look towards the ocean and the beach. But through my vibrant years I was too wrapped up in rising a family and keeping myself functioning to get away. But now that life has slowed me down, it’s still a rarity to find my ocean for any longer a time then a few short days.
But that’s okay, the memories remain, as do the seashells my wife collects. I’m thinking about actually decorating the new place in an ocean theme. Made up of the ocean mementos we’ve picked up along the way. But for now I’m posted next to an empty clothesline with the bellowing sounds of diesel engines passing my way. Perfuming the sky with the overt smell of diesel that has overcome the burning smell of pine. This another bracelet with my children’s initials are reminders of what is real and is true.