Sand, under a 250x microscope
Wow.
One of my favourite things to do as a child was to pick up a handful of sand, get really close and stare at it. Unfortunately I didn’t possess sight that would maginify it 250 times, but still, it looked like a miracle to me. All those beautiful little fragments of shells and stone and inevitably glass, battered and smoothed, having traveled many miles to reach shore. A long journey to end up under my feet and in my hand to delight and fascinate one young girl.
