Once and for all

After all that, I drove to an oceanside state park I visited with my family once as a kid. It was a gray and chilly day and the beach was nearly deserted. The sea was green and deep and the hissing white foam rolled stones and churned up seaweed. I gradually filled the pockets of my sweatshirt with some of the more interesting stones. I was singing something over and over again. I can't remember the words now. They came to me spontaneously. But the message was, thank you.