When we arrived at the beach I wrote about in Florid Nights, I happened to catch a kind of shimmer in the sand, just to the left of my feet. I must have been a beach bum in a former life–that, or a marine biologist–because I’ve always loved wildlife sightings at the ocean, whether it’s finding starfish in a tidal pool, hermit crabs skittering across the sand, dolphins following our boat, and of course breaching whales.
But on this night, it was a tiny white crab. I’m still surprised I noticed him, for he was smaller than the fingernail on my pinky. Somehow, I managed to capture it in a very, very close-up photograph with my iPhone.
Seeing the photo, I decided it was he who curiously gazed at me, and not the other way around.
Click HERE to read the post that kicked off a month of writing haiku, in celebration of National Poetry Month.