hunter
melly, mom and i went rock hunting along the shore. i dipped my feet into the water, crouched down towards the pebbles and began my search. it was exhilarating and magical; it felt like a memory or a dream, or like space and time had frozen for that whole hour, just for us. the light was soft, the water was beautiful, the air was warm and smelled of seaweed and shells. There was something almost magical or spiritual about it, like if my soul was at home. my long yellow boho skirt kept getting wet from the waves coming in and out so i tied it with my bracelet and kept hunting. i felt like a little kid again rummaging through the pebbles and shells, looking for the perfect and most beautiful rocks i could find. when it was time to go, i didn’t want to stop. i could have been a hunter for the rest of my days.
