walking on Captiva Island, Florida for about one hour. It was a short stop over until we left for the airport. We all dashed out of the rental car onto the beach and scattered in the same basic area in search of sea shells.
I searched alone. Finding small scalloped shape shells with at least one horizontal maroon stripe on the shell, I collected as many as I could. Once reuniting with the others, I was amazed at all the different types of shells each one of us had gathered. No one collected the same shell. Each of us focused on one particular shape and size. I could not get over this. Although I made a comment about it, we were in a rush so I do not know the reaction of the others.
I had never been on a beach with so many shells of so many varieties. Maybe I was, but never noticed it. The beauty of nature and God’s creation was right in front of me and I noticed it. I was so lucky to have been a part of that moment. I talked about the sea shell collectors on Captiva Island for months, showing everyone I could my shells. In my excitement to share the experience, I gave a few shells away.
In retrospect, the shells represented us, all different and unique. Although we were celebrating being forty years old, most of us never met prior to the trip. It was just a “friend connection’ based on our birth year. We all enjoyed the trip to Sanibel Island for a long weekend with Captiva Island being a side trip. We all respected each other and enjoyed each other company. More importantly, we became sea shell collectors together.