Shells

So I went to the beach today. The beautiful warm sunny Florida beach. And it was... beautiful, warm and sunny with a nice breeze gently blowing just enough wind to keep the heat of the day at bay . I did not go to tan or to swim in the warm water. I was on a mission. That's right, a mission. I went to collect shells. (After all it is almost Christmas, and there are many things you can make with shells, and in Florida the shells at the beach are free:-) So... I was not just looking for shells in general, I was looking for specific kinds of shells. I was looking for shells with a particular shape, color didn't matter so much, but the shape was very important. As I walked along, the warm water lapping at my feet, I kept my eyes peeled, looking intently at the ground. There was a row of shells, as far as the eye could see, just above the water line where the sand was still moist. I walked slowly, half a step at a time. I didn't want to miss what I had come for. There were so many. Some were tiny, some were large, some were very odd looking, and some were broken. Then I saw it, exactly what I was looking for. I picked it up, brushed off the sand, and examined it. Yes, this was it. I smiled to myself,(this might be a good Christmas after all) put it into my bag and my eyes once again began to comb the ground as I continued on my mission for another particular shaped shell.