Day 71 of Wonder

A discarded home nestles amidst twigs, dead leaves, soil and blades of new grass. So small, I would have not seen it except for the bright ivory white against the earthy shades surrounding it. It seems out of place, an interloper in a landlocked town. Reminiscent of a sea shell, I'm amazed at it's delicate unscathed swirl and wonder who used to live here.