[journal] Journal Entry - Day 37

Day 37

How incredibly I missed this beach! Snowshell Reef is so...alive. From the moment I set foot on this sand in the morning, I feel like everything around me is pulsing under my hooves: the scent of freshness and salt in the air, and the splash of waves in the distance.

I set up my camp next to the pier. A small crate of supplies and an old wooden barrel found nearby were my shelter from the wind. The warm sand feels good under my hooves, especially on clear days like this, when the clouds just part, giving way to a blue-blue sky. I sit watching the horizon, breathing in the cool ocean air and watching the sun play on the waves, shimmering with golden reflections.

I brought my journal with me to write down my thoughts and memories. Sometimes I just draw the waves and the shore, trying to capture every curve of the water as it rolls back and forth as if embracing the shore. There is something hypnotizing about this movement that makes you forget about everything else. Here at Snowshell Reef, I feel like I am part of something greater, like I am just a small link in this vast ocean world.

Today I was lucky enough to find some beautiful shells to add to my collection. Among them was one particularly large one, a dark blue with a glint of silver. When I put it to my ear, I heard a melodic rustle, as if the sea were whispering its secrets to me. I wondered for a moment: how many generations could have heard that sound? How many different creatures have washed these waters, leaving their footprints in this sand?

At some point, engrossed in my thoughts, I decided to take a walk along the shore and came across the footprints of small sea creatures. Their tiny footprints left marvelous patterns in the sand, intertwining like an invisible dance of nature. I walked leisurely, feeling the cool water touching my hooves. Suddenly I noticed the wreckage of something old, almost hidden under a layer of sand. When I came closer, I saw wooden planks covered with salt and shells, as if the sea had carried them away and brought them back with every tide.

Unable to resist, I began to clear the sand to examine the find. The wood looked brittle and old, but there was something about the ship, even though it had long since lost its shape, that drew me in. Maybe this ship hid a story that the sea had left only for the likes of me? As I pondered what this find might tell me, a piece of glass glinted in the sun. I picked it up - smooth, as if polished by water, clear and soft greenish like the sea water itself. It was my first find on this coast, and I decided to keep it as a memento.

As I walked back to my camp, I noticed that the tide was getting stronger and the waves were getting closer. I may have to move my camp higher tomorrow to keep my supplies up. But today I will stay here, out in the open, journal in hand and salt on my lips, savoring every minute spent by the sea. Tomorrow I'll travel farther along this shore, searching for new secrets and discoveries, for here on Snowshell Reef, I