Magdalena Bay and Sand Dollar Beach

We share with you random reflections from an early morning exploring the dunes of Magdalena Island.

Light crept slowly westward, gently caressing the sinuous dunes
In slumber, lie unseen giants, only their rippled spines give evidence of their existence
Nebulous tracks fill with the shifting, sifting sands
Dunes slip and slump under the pressure of inquisitive footsteps
Your toes revel in the luxury of a warm, sandy island massage
Water held firmly, greedily in succulent glistening leaves
Ever vigil lizards disappear in plain sight
Middens exposed, reveal temporary glimpses of visitors past
In tracings of footsteps, a predator misses its prey
Sand whips from the face of a lee edge, adding grit to our smiles
Shells expelled from the sea lie in patient wait of discovery
Your impulse to covet shiny shell treasures manifests in pixels
Our reluctance to depart our sanctuary gives rise to mutinous thoughts
Under the spell of an enchanted morning, we continue north