A glass bottle shatters, the glass falls into the sea.
The sea takes it, draws it in, sweeps it back and forth with current and tides.
Every day, it is drowned and churned in the tumult of the waves crashing around it, until one day it, a piece of it, comes to rest on a beach.
The sound of the sea becomes more distant.
A person picks up the piece of glass and holds it up to the sunlight to admire it.
Over time the edges of the glass have smoothed.
It is interesting.
And because it was broken, and survived the sea, it was able to turn itself into sea glass – beautiful and unique and more precious than when it was just a piece of broken glass.