4.10.23 // Sea Glass and My Little Yellow Jacket.

Sea Glass and My Little Yellow Jacket.
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As the taxi driver rounded a final corner on the drive across the island, he motioned towards a beach down below the road where tourists flocked to search for sea glass. He scoffed and laughed to himself, uttering that he didn't understand the fascination at collecting what to him was garbage washing up on the shores...
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I listened quietly and peered out the window with my own curiosity. His commentary made my mind turn over.
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The yellow jacket I was wearing that day in the taxi and in this photo was really no different from a piece of sea glass.
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Cast aside casually by someone else, there are a few rips in the sleeves and the rope that used to keep the bottom synched is stretched and holding on with what feels like only its final breath. But I love it.
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My jacket could be considered someone else's garbage, but I when I stumbled across her in Squamish in a local thrift shop, I could only see her little yellow potential and the colorful stories she must hold deep in each thread.
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Sure, sea glass was quite literally garbage floating in the ocean, a different story than my thrifted jacket, but the joy and beauty a second chance brings feel the same.
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They say one person's trash is another person's treasure, but what if it was simpler than that? What if the little yellow jacket was ready for its next big adventure with me? Just the same as with the sea glass in the palm of a tourist on the beaches of the Azores.