Sand

The other day, I was thrilled to build a sand castle. I dumped and thumped that sand into Castle Macbeth. There stood the wood of the walls. The fat rock mocked the pitiful size and disfigured shape of the turrets. Two crab legs beg to be flags. The battlements had vents where sand had fallen out.

I haven't built a sand castle in years. A beautiful, very photographic, metal pail with rocketships on it was being sloshed around on the rocks. So I rescued it and put it to use, creating something imaginative. And then, just as I'd finished putting water and seaweed (moat monsters) in the deep little moat around the castle, a small blonde haired/blue eyed child came up and blurted, "Is that yours?" To which I replied, "No, I found it. Did you lose one just like it?" "Yeah." "Here you go." "Thanks." So all is now right in the world.