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It was a cool morning. Air rushed through the open windows whipping her hair around while Toni Colette's soulful lyrics filled the empty spaces that surrounded her. On her drive north she passed charming country inns and tried to imagine the type of families that vacationed in them. She was hypnotized by the splendor of the leaves exhibiting their final breathtaking hues. The scenic mountains and coastal villages captivated her and made her ache for a simpler life.
Her plan was to just get away and relax at her best friend's cottage in Maine while her son spent a few days with his father, however, she felt the desire for an adventure. She looked forward to reading her new books, drinking wine and filling up on the fresh crustaceans the North Atlantic is famous for. Her thoughts distracted her and she realized she had not been paying attention to road signs so pulled into a service station for directions. The ground was muddy and she had to leap over enormous puddles as she made her way to the entrance. Thinking about how smart she had been to wear her new Tretorn rubber boots, she suddenly realized she had left her borrowed Chloe satchel handbag on the front seat of the rental car! As she spun around to dash back for it, she collided into someone and slipped on the mud tumbling wrist-first onto the ground. Stunned and a bit teary-eyed, she glanced and saw that her good luck elephant bracelet had come off and was now bathing in a dingy puddle. Scuffed and dazed, she felt a man's strength grasp her elbow and help her to her feet. He stood there grinning. She felt a flush of excitement.....
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It was a cool day with wind and clouds. She had been lazily flipping through a magazine on the dunes when a gorgeous boy ran over and handed her a necklace he had made from a small piece of driftwood and ratty string he had found. He proudly informed her that she could probably glue a crystal on it to make it prettier. She was enchanted by the loving gesture and affected by its symbolism for her life. The boy on the beach was her 7 year old son and she, a recently divorced, single mom.
Driftwood: a tree or branch that is swept into the ocean due to a storm, drifts along an uncertain journey and eventually washes ashore, altered and in unfamiliar territory. She now displays a gorgeous piece of genuine driftwood in a corner of her living room as a sculpture and a photograph of driftwood in her powder room. Their quiet beauty is a reminder of her journey and that last summer day at the beach.
