THE BEACH GLOBE

The sunrise hurt and I needed to get closer. Spying a jeweled dragonfly, a living brooch, I crept the boardwalk into my globe.  

Not a snow globe, but a sand globe, whirling with cawing seagulls and cliquish pelicans. A grey blur whizzed past my feet in the shallows and I stared into the viewmaster of the sea. I smelled memories in the air and felt the blanket of the heavy summer drape over my skin. I busily attempted nothing and actively saw everything.

My mind quietened and I motionlessly drew closer to my Creator.