My first experience with sea glass is as a painted mural in my memory. She was sitting on a rock to close to the sand for a comfortable position to be had. A gardening hat shading her delicately aged ivory skin, a tint of red on her lips and a stick in her hand. Off in the distance the waves on the lake added a soft border to her already angelic appearance. As I approached her I admired how the flimsy skirt of her hat was swaying to the sound of the waves. Curiously I asked "what are you digging for?"