Shell

Since the beginning it was meant to happen like magic. A shared connection. An electrifying pulse that awakens the absent mind. A fate that awaits all of us. Through grains of sand we search. For some it’s the lightning whelk, for others it’s the Junonia. Finding nothing. In time, the Northern wind blows revealing the peak beneath where we stood. Its been there all along waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself. One we could hear the ocean from. One that is unique and one we would treasure forever. The perfect shell.