This was not a mound of algae

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Things I saw when I walked along the beach this morning: a retired couple collecting shells, an old lady with a metal detector, two handsome men fishing, baby poop, a sand crab, and a whole bunch of seaweed-looking sea slugs.

I was walking alone with a cup of coffee while my friends slept late in our rented condo.

With my empty mug, I scooped up one of the sea slugs (once I realized they were animals…and breathing…not mounds of vegetation swept in by the tide), and carried it back to the group. We named it Marty and I texted a photo to my daughter in Tennessee, whom I miss a great deal and won’t see for several more days, and we exchanged a conversation about how gross and weird and cool it is.

This is Day Four of a lovely, overdue vacation.

Work had been incredibly busy lately, and before we left was very nearly closer to exhausting than rewarding. My weekends were verging on the same, with plans and hobbies beginning to feel like obligations instead of pleasure or relaxation.

Like so many things, a good vacation is about timing.

I was thinking as I walked past the baby poop this morning that if I just kept walking for long enough, I’d come across something interesting and not disgusting.

Say what you will about an animal with “slug” in its name, but Marty works for me.

Life happens when it’s supposed to happen. We see things when we’re looking for them. We’ve just got to hold on, keep walking.

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One thought on “This was not a mound of algae

  1. No need to answer this, but I can’t help but wonder how one tells the difference between baby poop and animal poop when you don’t find it in a diaper?

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