Well, not really. But the wind and the waves have covered enough of this stone to leave the remaining part looking like a salted cashew. Or some kind of bean whose name I don’t know. It’s also curious how the sand has cracked around the edges.
Cracked around the edges. I feel like that sometimes. A bit delicate and vulnerable around the edges, eh? Need some shoring up, perhaps. At the shore. I missed my walk today, can you tell?