Don’t touch that.

Life before the pandemic- dinners out, chatting in line- it kept us all a little smoothed, a little tumbled around the edges. A little translucent, like sea glass; it filtered out our harshness and transformed us into something frosted and gem-like. Now, we’re jagged, sharp, clear to everyone as broken glass.

Sea glass and other assorted oceanic detritus found along the Cheseapeake Bay, summer 2021. Coke bottle piece, the best piece of all, found by Dad. Dish from Grandma because she never liked it much, honey.