"Long ropes of sand ridged like muscles on the sea's floor, seeded with ghostly pebbles polished like eggs waiting in weedy nests." ~ The Sea at Truro - Nancy Willard

One of our stops on the Cape was to Ballston Beach in Truro. I have walked and played and laughed on this beach with loved ones over the years, and this is where my ashes will be scattered. I have hundreds of pictures of this beach. Wave after wave; seagull after seagull; boogie-boarding son and nieces and nephews. This time, we came across a wonder in the sand that was new. Tiny feathers and rivulets; little pebbles scattered wide. Enchanting......