The article recounts a moment of wonder on a Sydney coastal path, triggered by the sight of a walking boot decorated with conical seashells. This unexpected marvel prompts reflection on the nature and appeal of marvels, which are often deemed pointless yet enchant us deeply. The author contemplates the origins of the boot, contrasting the interests of a curious child with their own contemplations. The meeting of nature and human artifacts raises questions about the significance of such moments and their ability to inspire awe.
It sat on a low sandstone rock near the edge of the sea. It was only a walking boot, but it was laced delicately... with small white conical seashells.
It has made me wonder, what qualifies as a marvel? And why do we seek them out? Marvels are usually pointless... and yet we long for them.
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