Evidence of the first use of glass by humans goes back thousands of years. I often wonder who that first person was, to pull a clay pot from the fire and wonder at these small crystalline glinting pieces, glancing about to see if some elaborate trick was being played. Over the centuries our natural curiosity has driven us to refine our technique, converting seemingly ubiquitous and common sand into objects of rare and unique 
beauty. We gaze upon them, hold them and clumsy beasts that we are sometimes drop them, the resultant shards diminished by the whims of entropy. Or maybe not. Nature can be a jealous host and here she takes a moment to teach us a lesson – that we are not the only forces at work in the universe. The sea accepts our worthless broken pieces and patiently creates, through tide and salt and sun and friction, the stunning frosted beauty of sea glass. Our trash has been returned to us and been made into a thing of uncommon beauty. We walk on the beach and find our glass again — an unexpected gift — and perhaps we glance around to catch a glimpse of the trickster who produced this impossible magic. But there is only us and the wild wind.
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