There are three distinct groups of people on the beach. The first group is usually horizontal, seeking rays and draining beer bottles. The other two groups are vertical and in motion. One is marching along the sand for exercise, eyes forward while the other group is slowly prowling the shoreline, eyes down. I belong to this last group, constantly on the lookout for treasures that are peeking out of the sand and hidden between the rocks.
My eye is easily caught by heart shaped rocks and the texture of shells but in Puerto Vallarta the gems are sea glass and small pieces of tile. They are smoothed and shaped by the motion of the sea and the constant tumbling with sand and rock.
Zealous collectors hit the beach early each morning, scrambling over rocks to hidden troves. Pieces of blue glass are coveted. My most treasured find is the milky green marble in this photo. Unlike a bottle with a note sealed inside, this marble doesn't contain a written message. I imagine it slipping through a child's fingers on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, coming to rest on a Mexican shore, picked up by a white haired Canadian. Soon it will be displayed, along with other sea glass treasures, on the perimeter of a frame that wraps around the photo of a beloved grandchild.
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