Echo of the Waves

Slipping back inside from the dusk, I marched into the quiet hallway and discovered a magnificent, spiraled conch shell resting upon the lower bookshelf! Its porcelain curve gleamed gently beneath the warm overhead sconce. Leaving such a coastal treasure unexplored was unthinkable! Setting my trident against the shelf corner, I stepped forward and pressed my ear close to the spiraled opening. A rhythmic, hollow rush echoed from deep within—just like the thundering rapids of home! A wide grin broke across my face at the familiar cadence. The sea had found its way indoors tonight, keeping me splendid company as the house grew still.