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Amber Rose and the Starfish
searching for treasures
the water sprites timid fingers
capture a sun-star |
My daughter is visiting
from out of state, and we determine early on that this day isBeach Day.
We grab an old sheet, a couple of towels, the traditional plastic shovels, pail
and a couple of plastic bags to put shells in. Piling the kids in the car we take
off.
Its a hot sunny day, but theres enough of a breeze blowing to take
the edge off the humidity.
Amber Rose is sporting a new blue bathing suit, which glistens in the sun and
her hair hangs in pigtails down her back. Shes inquisitive and adventurous,
being exposed to many things at home including recently rapelling from
her loft on the third floor of their new home (beware when she becomes a teenager).
She is the daughter of two teachers, one being a science teacher, and is used
to strange things and handling them. Once I opened their freezer to
find 2 dead birds in Baggies yuck when I expected ice cream. Shes
precocious and her vocabulary includes the scientific name for many things - butterflies,
orchids, etc.
We decide to walk awhile and spot pelicans roosting on pilings extending out into
the Gulf. She sees sandpipers skirting the waters edge and runs after them
then approaches a heron, which walks away, keeping a calculated distance between
them. She becomes concerned with a pelican with an injured foot. It looks like
an old wound, but we will report it if we can find someone.
The Gulf water is aqua in color and warm enough to feel almost like bath water.
It is clear, and you can see shells in the sand below. Soon Amber Rose has her
collection started. She and her cousin shufle their feet in the sand.
they find a starfish or sun star, (as theyre called when
they have more then 5 legs). Soon there are two. She is ecstatic about this new
found treasure, but unsure how she should hold it, and ends up gingerly taking
hold of the very tip of one of its legs with two fingers. She reminds me
of a sea nymph or water sprite with her bathing suit glistening in the sun and
wet tendrils of hair clinging to her arm.
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