The clear spherical glass proudly displays Jersey sands from centuries ago.
Buried beneath it, with half shells as markers, lay more shells and small stones.
Sibling shells on distant shores reconnected by happenstance and foggy memories of childhood vacations.
They float around the globe appearing and disappearing at random intervals.
The pattern never the same. One last turn displays random shells from shore to shore.
They are unique. They are reminders of both past and present, of hope, of doubt, of possibilities.