Unsuspecting, One's Encounters

Once weightless and as invisible as the air, in a single heave, a shell, fashioned like a pair of fragile butterfly wings, is jostled forward toward the shore. Immured in the wet sand, the shell's disposition appears as silent and as equable as a stone at ease in its known jurisdiction. In the background, aggrieved waves impatiently peak before crashing down and breaking free. The chaos of the ocean's movement is indifferent to the stillness found in everything being pushed ashore, braking to a stop.