I lived at the seashore for a short time when I was a child on a small island off the coast of Florida. I have never lived at the shore again...nor, do I care to! It should have been an adventure for a youngster, but I didn't find it so. It was a desolate, dreary, isolated and lonely place...ravaged by the sea, and storms! Nothing grew that appealed to me as a child...just strange little fences that held the sand drifts, and grasses that somehow always looked dead to me.
There are times in my life when I recall Santa Rosa Island off the shore at Pensacola. It is usually when events have been desolate, dreary, isolated and lonely! Somehow at this time, thoughts of that island seem to have changed! It's the wondering if my footprints are still there waiting to be resized.