Had I searched the whole entire length of the beach for one
- I'd never have found it.

Small, pale, pink
A tiny hole at the top,
Perfect.

And yet here it is,
Laying in the sand
Shining up at me.

The sun has started to shine now.
But there is still a breeze.
It strengthens.
And I can feel the sand whipping the back of my legs.

Looking back across the beach,
It looks mystical.
As the sand rushes along.
Like a mist,
Being called back by its powerful sourcerer.