I take walks on the beach near our house. One day, jellyfish lay everywhere. I wonder if they missed their ride, the outgoing tide. Another day the entire beach is covered in bright green seaweed, so slippery that I need to turn back. One day brought giant logs. Did they fall off of a container ship, or escape from a log yard? You can climb over them or go around them but if they are really big, you might just give them their space.

Sometimes there’s lots of sand, sometimes all rocks, and one day there was a party of logs, seaweed, a battered piece of a wooden boat, a broken oar, thick rusted chain, and dead fish. There’s a story there.

One time, I found a long-stemmed red rose.  I picked it up and stuck it upright in the hole of a log. Several paces later, I found another long-stemmed red rose.  I placed that one in another log.  Then I found a third and did the same. For days those three roses waved, red flags on the gray weathered logs and sand.