Cobbles

dear kobo ,,,,,,

,,,,,i can't stop clikking,,,,clikclik,,,,,please excuse me,,,,thanks for your reply,,,,

i do like sand yes,,,,, i would like to hear the story of the woman in the dunes although i like cobbles better,,,,, do you know one about cobbles?,,,,

no never mind just tell me the story of the sand,,,,, i do like sand especially,,,,, apart from cobbles i like it best much better than gravel,,,,i do,,,,

the reason i clik clik,,,like cobbles is they are a better place to hide ,,,,, you would know,,,, being a cobble yourself,,,,,oh i don't mean to be rude,,,o sorry kobo,,,,,you are much more than a cobble,,,

a lobster can lurk in cobbles i am a lobster i like to lurk,,, it is safer from predators there,,,,i don't suppose you have any predators ,,,no of course not,,,,ha ha,,,,silly me,,,,,

but you would laugh kobo to know that if you were a living clam one of your predators might clikclik,,,,be me,,,,i would let you go though yes i would,,,,,

i don't know how i am going to find you,,,,,, what is a window sill,,,,,, i have been asking around ,,,,i don't have many friends to ask,,,,i asked a prawn it said nick off,,,,clikclik,,,,,

but i will not give up,,,,, yes i am a boy i'm glad you are a girl although of course it doesn't mean anything,,,,, i am looking forward to the story of the sand from your own lips,,,,mmm

your friend,

ageless xx

Sand by me.

Sand? Why did I pick sand? I don't know anything about sand. I don't even like sand. But let me think.........

Last weekend I was walking along the esplanade at Seacliff, looking at the heaps of sand the council had just dumped, and I remembered something I had read once about sand.

It was, that we are very lucky to be living in an age where there is sand. There hasn't always been sand. And one day there will be no sand again.

But I couldn't remember why it was true.

Then, three little grains of sand blew by me and spoke to me as in a dream:

First grain of sand: I am a coarse grain of sand. I measure 2 millimetres in diameter. I used to be bigger, but then I was known as gravel.

Second grain of sand: I am a medium grain of sand. I measure one millimetre in diameter. I am getting smaller all the time though.

Third grain of sand: I am a fine grain of sand. I measure .0625 millimetres in diameter. If I get any smaller I'll be silt.

Me: So?

The three grains of sand: Humans! They never get it. Let's roll!