The driftwood is soft in my hands and bleached by the salt and sun. It's surface swirls like the eddies of the river that kisses the ocean not far away. I run my fingertips over the ridges and already my mind has turned to a use for this piece. A simple plank for candles perhaps. It has already been made beautiful by the briny currents, all I need to do is add the finishing touches.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 12, 2014.