Hermit Crab

It takes a swift break from his scurry as I approach, the fancy face and frisked up forearms, brave and motionless for the camera. In the shallows of a glinting grey ocean, the gleaming creature under it’s tarnished roof starts scampering along as usual, its back turned on the tideline which it traveled from. Gritty curves of the claws grip the bottom of the sea, the sea which stretches its great girth forever in his lonely world.