Saturday morning I awoke to the knowledge that I needed to feel water. Some days are like that, and I am blessed with time in my life that I can leave dishes in the sink and the bed half-made, in order to nourish my soul. I made the short drive to Golden Gardens (after picking up another friend who also needed soul nourishment), the beautiful beach that separates the Puget Sound from the city. It was grayish and windy, with a promise of rain on the horizon, but I saw so much color. What began as a collection of vibrant stones from the Sound became an Andy Goldsworthy-inspired project.

It was one of those mornings that I wish I could have every day. So much in fact, that just writing about it now makes me want to leave my computer, throw on a jacket and put my feet in the sand. I think I might.