Week 13: IN a Drawr, In a Box

As I'm sifting through my things after the move I find, tucked away amidst the odds and ends of my life thus far, a small oak box stained dark and etched with Celtic knot work on the lid. I pause for a moment and settle down on my new bed and simply hold it, my thumbs trace every nick and imperfection on the otherwise smooth surface. After a moment I open the box and study the contents within. Afternoon light catches the dull edge of a collection of sea glass. The various scuffed colors of blue, green, and the occasional reds have been scuffed to an odd smoothness by years of being tossed about amidst the sands and ties of the ocean. I pick one up and think back on where we found them, walking along the beach in Bar Harbor, how excited she was when she'd turned over a few rocks and found this catch of gem-like glass. I smile and sift my fingers through the small catch. I have to wonder if the men and women at sea had even thought how popular their cast offs would become? Or was it simply a ocean going party that had dropped a few bottles of brew and swept them over the side without a thought? I'm pretty sure the company that had produced theis bits of glass I now hold in my hand hadn't given it much thought.