That would be Sabin Point, my stomping ground to forage for sea glass.
With the weather springing forward, and a neap tide, where the ocean level has a smaller than average range during the first and third-quarter phases of the moon—a foraging I will go!
As Sabin Point is part of a shipping channel used by vessels sailing to and from the Port of Providence, just 1,000 feet away from the Point, it’s a lucrative site for coming across pieces of broken glass that have washed ashore.
Tumbled smooth along their seafaring journey, the pieces I retrieved have been added to my growing collection of cherished treasures filling clear glass vases.
That day, along the narrow shoreline, the “point” itself offered wide berth for spelunking. There was hardly a breeze stirring. The ocean resembled a calm lake. The perfect launch for foraging season!
In the capacity of a writer, I’m getting to the point journeying along the draft of chapter 14 (676 words thus far) in my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us get to the point in life where we want to be. My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
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