No pearls for me.

Tonight I was thinking about something that I stumbled across this weekend while in a shop with lots of different nautical stuff. I was shopping around picking up all the different shells, looking at the different jewelry, and pearls... Then I saw a tank with clams in it. On the tank there was a sign that read: -Pick your pearl! $15.99.- I watched as a woman said, "I'd like that one." The person behind the counter grabbed the clam, and pried it open with a knife and then in one small sweeping motion with her hand, pulled out a small pearl. When she had the pearl, she discarded the clam into a large trash bin.

I was really thinking about this, I know it's odd, but bear with me. I'm writing for my Communications Art class, and decided I'd write about the pearl and the clam. It was very sad to watch as the clam struggled to stay shut, and guard its treasure. A clam holds a tiny grain of sand, it holds it for so long that eventually it becomes something beautiful. In one sweeping motion it is all taken away. It made me think of how things that we shelter could be taken away, or even the things that shelter us. Am I making any sense, I'm really tired, and it's late....