Isn't it marvelous? If you think about how it got here, it would be changed so much from its original form, from where it started down to the glassblower's hands to whatever it was part of originally to being broken and tossed about by the waves, smoothed over by the water and rocks and the passage of time until it came here. Who's to say where it started, when it started. Now, it's beauty for you to enjoy.

[she's caught herself up in imagining the journey of the glass piece, gazing out towards sunset with a fond look in her eyes.]