To the Editor:

About two weeks ago, I ventured out to Ninth Street in Barnegat Light. I was once again in search of my beloved treasures from the sea, my seashells. I lost track of time as I walked the beach in solitude, concentrating on the next treasure I’d find. Dusk was closing in on my search, but I couldn’t help but continue on. I savored each precious moment, squeezing in an extra shell or two. My day quickly began darkening, enough to not be able to see my precious scattered treasures.

November 18, 2020