Leslie and I found the tiny shell of a young horseshoe crab this afternoon while walking on the edge of the Delaware Bay.
The shell is backlit by our sun, the source of just about all our energy, whatever "energy" means.
I can construct all kinds of things on computers, create all kinds of worlds, live all kinds of lives, and none of it, none, can compare to the miracles we find with each step we take on the beach outside.
A loon surface no more than 10 feet away from us today. The water was clear. The sanderlings are gone.