Agates on a Window Sill
Learning to better appreciate moments in the sun.
I don’t know what you know about agates. But for you non-beachcombers, they are pretty beach rocks typically semi-transparent to translucent. Size-wise, more often than not they range between a jellybean and a jawbreaker. They come in various colors and compositions and can be quite fetching. A lot of them are instantly recognizable. They pop against the background of the beach or darker rocks. While others require further inspection before you recognize them for what they are.
I got interested in them when I moved to the coast and began taking regular and lengthy walks along the beach, and began collecting the specimens I found to be the most intriguing. My mother asked me at one point early on, “But why? What are you going to do with them?” And after a few moments of reflection, the answer was clear to me. It’s not that I plan on doing anything with them. Perhaps at some point return them from whence they came. But for now, if I’m able to source comfort from pleasures that are simple and reliable - when I need to I can always reliably find comfort, simply.
When I started decorating my new place, I put all the agates and other little beach treasures I’ve acquired since moving to the coast on a shelf in the bathroom. They looked nice there, and it was as fine a place as any for me to keep them. A few days later I entered the bathroom and instantly noticed a warm and intense sliver of sunbeam washing over that sill that lit up the agates like multi-colored bulbs. I gasped and damn near clutched my pearls.