This was a cheapy find in the charity shops that caught my eye. It’s one of those tourist souvenirs you pick up while on holidays, a handful of sand in a bottle. But the sand inside reminded me of the sort laid down at places like The Entrance or Wingdang. Looking at it I can smell the briny mud and see the huge orange dunes rising up over the camp ground. We spent a lot of time at such places as children and they’ve left their mark
Also I makes it think of stories, of mysterious substances in unlabeled bottles. Gjinn or other fabulous creatures trapped inside mundane prisons.
I couldn’t resist this bottle of dark sand as it lead me to all sort of possibilities. Maybe not a prison but a freedom is found inside that bottle.