I’m a bird without feathers and wings. I seem to be more often in the air, than I am on land. My flights take me to beautiful places. Importantly, I see beautiful things.
I walked along the shore yesterday in Exmouth, 1200+ kms north of Perth. The waves are particularly huge at this isolated beach. With one eye on the tide, I took my time, camera in hand and explored the world at my feet.
Where the waves crashed, I found a sea urchin unexpectedly. 
And another left behind by the sea on the damp sand,
adjacent to seagull tracks.
Further up, there was another, still beautiful with spikes, left behind by time.
And even more beautiful, ‘de-spiked’.
Some with a hint of lavender.
Others buried in sand.
An artefact of the ocean, on land.
Thrilled with my experience on the beach I headed to the hotel and read up a little on sea urchins only to learn, they are reborn by turning themselves inside out.
Writers do this, too.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
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