Walking on the beach i cant help see the shimmer in the sand. Like little twinkling stars as the perfect mix of sunlight and ocean creates their reflection.
Once whole shells or coral. Beautiful and majestic. Colourful and harbouring of life. Now broken. Not only broken but shattered. Pumbled. Beaten and bruised. Yet even once reduced to its smallest of size it still shimmers. Still creates beauty. Supports the ocean in all its rage and can be found at its greatest depths. Sometimes it bands together with fellow grains of mixed shells and coral to form an island. A country. To creat a solitude for us who seek it.
Once whole and easy to collect in your pocket. And to rest nicely in your hand, now slips through your fingers and is almost unattainable. It comes in a mix of colours, sometimes rough other times so smooth it squeaks beneath your feet.
Mostly unnoticed by many who take advantage of its support and structure yet without it there is so much we would be missing.
Beautiful, shimmering, supportive, everlasting.
Yet can give you a rash and get stuck in your food.... and your undies ;)
Im choosing to create castles with my sand. Build walls to keep the harsh waves out who threaten my castle. I will keep rebuilding those walls until only the most mightiest of oceans can pull them down. And returns my sand to its greatest of depths and become one again
