The beach

Hmmm... What to write about?????? Well, I guess I'll write about one of my favorite places to be; the beach. I love the beach, and everything about it. Especially at sunset...

You walk along the sand, as the yellow-red of the sun makes shadows over the dunes. They appear to be watching you, as you take your stroll. The sand feels warm, still hanging on to the heat of the day. It warms your feet, and massages them as it caresses between your toes. It is soft, until you reach the water's edge. Then the rough sandpaper slime of the seaweed nips at the bottom of your feet. The shining water is beckoning you, calling you forth to the shallow sweetness, gently sloping to the never ending depths of the black hole below. You walk forth, to touch the chill of the evening tide. It is not uncomfortably cold, but it is like the rain that falls in the late spring, before the sweltering heat of the summer engulfs the world. It is quiet. The only sounds are the gentle sloshing of the waves, eating away the sand on the shore, and the obnoxious yells of the seagulls, as they fight over one insignificant piece of marine life. The wind blows, you hear the rustle of the dry sea-grass. it seems to be wispering to you, a gentle reminder that there is something more than life onshore.