the waves roar, toes cuddle the sand and the shoreline invites legs with licks of salty breaths. in and out, the tide sighs while tiny tourists glide on sail boats in the distance. and ice cold coke, and you.
the sea purrs, the sun begins to set along the dusty horizon. laughter becomes muffled and the sand now naked, stripped of umbrellas, leaving behind only foot prints. a half-melted strawberry sundae, and you.
this is the only normal thing i think i have ever written