In response to today’s daily post word: “purple“.
A purple shell caught my eye on a sandy beach yesterday. A lovely shade of purple, caught in a dimple in the sand, brought in on a line of bubbles from a warm wave. Such a lovely shade of purple, with fine white striations, whorls and ribs. Perfectly formed.

I flicked it over with my toe. It was an onion.
Was there still not beauty manifested in its hues and lines? Did this extra knowledge dilute its beauty? Knowing, it’s perhaps some outcast from a nearby kitchen, or the spill from the grip of a high up crow?
Nevertheless, to me, it still has a lovely shade of purple, with fine white striations, whorls and ribs. Perfectly formed.