Walking the hardened path — an old railway bed covered in asphalt leads to a series of sandy labyrinth trails down, down, over enormous rocks that make up the edge of the earth
Arriving in a little cove covered in small pebbles Glistening with jewels spilled here over the decades
Sparkling in the sun, hues of amber, green, gold and white, smoothed and perfected day after day, year after year in creation’s tumbler of surf and waves and tides to bring a luster to glass beach that draws us to find treasures appearing as diamonds, emeralds, topaz–
The long-sought, long-dreamed of trek to Glass Beach
