this is a snail shell,round,full and glossy as horsechestnut.Comfortable and compact,it ists curled in the hollow of my hand. Milkyand opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer eveming,ripening to the rain. On its smooth symmertrical face is penciled with precision a smooth spiral,winding in ward to the pinpoint center of the shell. Now it is as the moon,solitary in the sky. Now it is island set ib an ever widening circle of wave. It isalone,self-contained,and serence.