This week I discovered a little beach, tucked away in the tail-end of the Eastern suburbs. It is not one of the 'popular' beaches, it is not patrolled by lifeguards, and it is hidden behind some very steep cliffs. Standing on the sand, against the towering cliff walls, you are surrounded by an almost untouched piece of coastline.
Instead of the noise of city traffic, you hear waves crashing against rocks.
Instead of the smell of smog, you breath in the salty sea air.
Instead of walking on pavement, your feet sink into sand with every step.
This beach was perfect.
Along the shoreline I found some beautiful sea glass hidden under small piles of seaweed, broken shells and drift wood. I took it home, gave it a wash, and am letting thoughts run through my head with what to do with it...
For now it is home in a jam jar on my kitchen window sill. A daily reminder of a perfect walk along the beach.