Cerulean Cape Statues and stones

Shamrock eyes scanned the snowy beach as flurries came flowing down like feathers blowing through a gentle breeze. Her head hung low, tail curled over her back as she loped down the shore with no real purpose. She was a speck of dirt among a field of white, like a stain on a white shirt.

Waves crept forward to steal away the sand leaving broken shells littered along the shore like trash. Some were bright in color while others dull and bland, yet together they lay unorganized and shattered to form one of nature's fine masterpieces.