I live right on the water in West Seattle, my back deck spilling right onto the seawall. Sometimes waves crash up sending huge surges of white frothy water over the concrete slab. No wonder this place has a wonky foundation. Anyway, during these storms, these waves bring up gifts from the Sound, leaving behind all sorts of treasures. When the last few storms have come through, these waves have left behind sand dollars, the flat, white fragile shells. How they make up all the way up to my seawall on one piece is a mystery to me, but it is always fun to go out there and see what has been washed up.