An unplanned trip to the beach. Jeans rolled up so as to get nearer the water. Water that is not as close as usual. It is low tide.
Shells, rocks and miscellaneous pieces in abundance. Fascinating things to get down and study. A wave comes in and rolls a pretty white sun bleached snail shell to me. Reaching into the water I miss and have to try again. Eventually the prize is mine. It is beautiful.
Periwinkles. So many periwinkles. My favourite. Soon I have a handful of varying colours and sizes. The patterns on each one are intricate.
But the ones that fascinate me the most? Those with holes – or windows as I like to think of them. Tiny glimpses inside these curious little spiral houses from a different world. The broken ones that reveal the central spiral staircase capture my imagination the most.
My husband brings me a piece of an oyster shell. The outside is lumpy and rather ordinary. I turn it over to reveal the beautiful pearly inner.
A beauty that would not be visible, if it were not broken.
Now, your turn…