Air and Sea

My feet may be on land but my heart is still at sea.  I'd settle for combing a beach.  Warm sun and the sound of the ocean dancing on the edge of the shore.  No beach, okay then I'll take the first signs of spring.  Flowers peeking through the mud, birds singing a melody of hope. Okay, well then I guess I'll be happy with grey skies, rainy afternoons and a good excuse to stay inside and play with my beads!

If you like what you see, mosey on over to the ol' bead corner, aka my etsy shop.  I don't know why I feel the need to talk like I'm in an old Western.  Texas must be getting to me.