Beach

The scent of salty air was in the atmosphere, sprays of sunscreen against the glow of sun kissed skin, and memories of endless summer days. White swans gawking, floating gingerly across the edges of water. Leaves by leaves falling onto the reflections creating a transparency of symmetry. But this was the other side of the lake, the sandy side. In place of grass and trees staring at a refraction of clouds, broken shards of glass hidden amongst a landscape of sand and shells Waves that crashed the pieces onto the shores, waiting to be found.

“You're never going to find sea glass looking there,” Summer said approaching him. He turned around, watching as she began to walk up to him. She smiled. Though she was always pretty, her smile brought an aura of warmth in her approach. He loved her smile, it was his favorite part about seeing her. He didn’t expect her to smile, but it was welcomed, and it was generally a part of her personality. He smiled.

“You'll usually want to look near the tides, where there are a cluster of rocks. It's where they gather after washing ashore,” she continued.

Summer walked over taking his hand and begins leading him toward the tides, shallow terse waves crashing upon their feet. When waves by waves of water rescind away from the sands of the shore, she scatters in the wet and rocky patches and begins searching. She reached down to picking up a shattered shard of glass, a blue tint, it's hue a resemblance to the sky.

“Over here,” she said.

“The blue ones are really hard to find,” she said holding it up in the air. “Sea glass takes over 20 years to be created with the right conditions, some even taking over 100 years. Green, brown, and white are usually the most common, but any other color like blue or pink are hard to find.”

She rubbed the surface and held it to the sky.

“If you look through and they're cloudy, then they're sea glass. If they are transparent- the minerals of the ocean, and sunlight haven't changed them enough. So I like to throw it back in.”

“Here,” she said handing it to him. “This one is for you.”

What a find, it was of a serene color. A broken piece that was etched almost to the shape of a heart.