I looked down at my feet and there it was.
A tiny sandshark.
My (obviously equally tiny) brain was suddenly gridlocked in processing.
Sandshark. On concrete. Far away from any water, salt, or sand.
How could this be?
The next thing I knew, a thousand tiny neurons fired up their guns to come to the exact same conclusion at the exact same time.
“Shannon, it’s not a sandshark. It’s a leaf.”