Bounty on the Ocean Shore

During a campfire holiday interval of sun, wind and rain, we are
introduced to a steamy moisture from our tree-lined shore where a
bouquet of scent morphs into pungency, its mixture of kelp and
fishy leftovers include crumbled clam shells, hulls from crabs,
decorated with sharpened driftwood tidbits treating our feet to a
smorgasbord of pain. Much later in the safety of a proper roof,
warm bath, and escape from mosquitoes, we dwell on memories.

© Richard L. Provencher