One winter morning a few years back, I was walking with the dog on the foggy shores of the Puget Sound. We were alone and I was wearing a teal raincoat and drinking Cafe Fiore espresso. The dog was running like mad on the empty beach, barreling towards the sea gulls and crows perched on driftwood, sending them into the air in a burst of wings and noise.
I stopped when I found a piece of blue sea glass lying on the cold sand, just beyond the waves' reach. I stooped to pick it up and then studied it, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger like a worry stone. It occurred to me, for some reason, that blue glass could make one lucky in love. The idea just landed in my head like a bird.
If blue glass brings good luck in love, what then will a blue gemstone bring?
You can't know exactly until you're in it. So when I saw the dog bounding towards me on a bright, cobalt day in the Blue Ridge Mountains with a sapphire ring tied to her collar, I studied it the way I did the sea glass that morning on the beach. I held it up against the sun.
And then I said Yes. Yes, let's find out.