I was at this coral
sand beach last year but never
noticed the tiny perfect shells among the
myriad grains and fragments. Sarah saw
them first. That's what happens when
there's nothing better to do than stare at
the miniscule just inches from one's face.
We took turns finding them, each smaller
than the last, but since we're here to
respect the fuck out of the ʻāina
we knew we couldn't keep them, so I took
this picture instead. How nice it is to
inhabit a wee island in a vast ocean on a
speck of a planet.