A nice surprise in my pocket

No, not that kind of surprise...

Pulled on a pair of jeans this morning, which is what I wear just about everyday unless I'm going to a wedding or a funeral, and found a nice surprise in the pocket.

Usually I reach in and find a stray guitar pick.

And isn't it nice when you stick your hand in your pocket and find a dollar or two?

This morning I found sand. From a time most recently when I was sitting on the beach.

I need the ocean in my life the same way I need oxygen to live. When I'm near the ocean I can breathe again (which is what I say about Sue, too.)

Just a little of that life-sustaining stuff in my pocket.