Shelling on Sanibel Island

Drive over the bridge onto Sanibel Island and the magic begins.

Busyness?

Insignificant when your little toes touch the cool,
foamy water of the ocean. 

Distraction?

Fades away when shoreline breezes hit your face.

Frustrations?
Become a little less weighty. 

Stress?

Melts in the sunshine.

To do lists?
No point when you can make castles in the sand.

Plastic toys.  Techno gadgets.  Commercialism.
Have no place when the beach is dripping with big, unique, almost too perfect to be true shells.   

Thanks, Ani, Gina, Papa and Mimi for an afternoon of island perfection.

We've been sorting and resorting shells ever since.

When can we go back? 

Island life is for us.