Just think, that yellow, orange, white, grey, black stuff that gets between our toes and slips inside our picnic sandwiches when we are on the beach are really individual grains of beautiful perfection.
It makes me wish I had a powerful microscope, one with a bright light an adjustable brass eyepiece, I'd shovel the sand off the beach into a bucket and take it home to see what I could see. Whole worlds on my glass slide.
I'd travel the world looking for the perfect beach, looking for the perfect sand, examining each grain and gasping in wonder at the tiny beauty of it all. The Caribbean, Iceland, Bognor, the Seychelles - anywhere and everywhere a beach is to be found. Volcanic, glaciated, sedimentary and the rest; each different, each wondrous in its own way. Just look at the pictures... a beach just off a coral reef maybe? A long expanse of sand on an African beach?
Yet another reason to win the lottery.