I found it in a town called Fairhope. I never thought much about it, the name, till I saw the brown sand swirling around my feet under the amber-colored water ten years ago. A swarm of black ...

A velvety crunch echoes as soft brown molded sand crumbles in perfect harmony, each fracture a tiny triumph of texture. The rhythmic collapse creates an oddly serene chaos—utterly mesmerizing in its ...