A Heavy Spiral

I wrapped both padded hands around a colossal pink-lipped conch shell resting on the side table! It had splendid, stony heft, with thick ridged whorls that pressed solid against my palms. I bent my knees and hoisted the shell with a hearty chuckle to test its ballast. When I tilted the flared opening close to my head, a deep, hollow roar rolled straight out! It sounded just like mighty ocean swells crashing against a harbor breakwater. I stood firm and held the heavy shell tight against my collar, beaming with delight at the sound of rolling surf right inside the room!