The Eternal Optimist

[Stuart Mckellar]

Just a little thought rehashed as I'm having trouble with keeping my mind on one thing, sometimes even the smallest moments hold a story all of their own:

The wind had eased and the snow had crept away with its tail between its legs as the winter died and spring
plucked up the courage to peer out from the shadows. One hardy old man
stalked the beach, metal detector in hand, determined to beat the
crowds. Lost in the metronomic beeping of the machine he grasped like
a sword of destiny, he shuffled through the shingle, oblivious to the
gentle hush, hush as it settled in his wake. He paused and
straightened, his body stiffening as the metal detector alerted him to a
potential treasure beneath his feet. He cast aside the machine,
and with a vigor he had probably not seen since youth, dug with his
bare fingers until he pulled out a bottle cap. Shrugging, he cast it
aside and took up the sword of destiny once more, becoming, in his own
small way, the epitome of optimism.

[Angela]

I enjoyed this image greatly. The words "shuffled through the shingle", followed by "hush, hush" have a lovely poetic feel.