The seashore is full of life.
The birds swoop down to peck through the sand, finding bugs on their way.
The minos swim beneath your feet as you take your first steps into the warm water of the Atlantic.
Your toes sink into the wet rocky sand.
As you wade deeper into the water, just above your knees, the sudden rush of cold strikes.
The waves burst onto your face, bringing along the salty taste of sea water.
Oh, what is this? A sharp object pierces your toe. Why it's only the shell of oyster, rough and browned with sediment.
You toss it into the distance and watch its puddle echo as the sun slowly sets with brilliant reds and oranges.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
The seashore is full of life.
The birds swoop down to peck through the sand, finding bugs on their way.
The minos swim beneath your feet as you take your first steps into the warm water of the Atlantic.
Your toes sink into the wet rocky sand.
As you wade deeper into the water, just above your knees, the sudden rush of cold strikes.
The waves burst onto your face, bringing along the salty taste of sea water.
Oh, what is this? A sharp object pierces your toe. Why it's only the shell of oyster, rough and browned with sediment.
You toss it into the distance and watch its puddle echo as the sun slowly sets with brilliant reds and oranges.
