Sunday, February 24, 2019

The scene of a beach on a beach on a hot summers day.

I stepped out into a burning oasis. Somehow I suddenly forgot about my home it seemed a world away from where I was standing. My eyes fluttered as a peered at the sun, the grains of sand at my feet began to feel familiar. As I started to wonder everyplace the dunes. In the distance figures darting across the uninfected hills appeared. I stopped muteness abruptly, and turned to the sea. My eyes gcluttered as I studied the waves. Boats on the view seemed like pointless dots on a piece of paper forgotten but will always purpose. I saw a lilo bobbing in the in the uncharted waves.A body was placed so light upon the plastic float with skin so tender the light kissed it. Children contend so innocently by the shore, sand castles scattered about exclusively with a different story to tell. The children were white with sun block as they paddled in the tide. I carried on stumbling over the boiling sand. I detect some surfers taming the waves, that tossed them carelessly aside. I started to walk proximate to the sea, I felt the salty cooling breeze upon my face so pure. I took mangle my shoes and sat by the shore as I at once did when I was a child, today I was no longer alone.The seagulls cooed gently, thus I comprehend the complete opposite to the seagulls soft voices I heard people, yelling and laughing I turned and saw a sprightly promenade. The peer was in the distance, the old fun-f conduct temping me over though now the hop up was overpowering me. I carelessly dragged my feet up the cobbled steps to the promenade. Shops piled upon shops, people piled upon people. Shops fill up with food as I pushed closer I began to smell all(prenominal) too familiar smells, that all my life had reminded me of this wonderful place, the seaside. Fish and deterrent bars placed in every other window it was as if I was walking down I hall of mirrors.After looking for around for a while I began to feel very wild and tired so I returned back to the beach, boiling and sticky I slipped onto the sand. I lay looking at the clear meritless sky, blue like the waves that calmly lapped the shore. A mother and child sat gently beside me, the child holding a green spade that caught the light and do my eyes squint whilst he dug furiously into the sand. His mother lay perched on a deck chair, sunbathing her eyes fixed on her child. Alfie she called be carefully, the young child covered in a white paste giggled and carried on.I turned over now alone with my thoughts, agaze back at me was a huge grey donkey variance of a fleet of them that marched like soldiers alone the beach every adept day, tens of times. His eyes seemed tired and weepy. I went on to imagine how thirsty he must be in this intense heat. Volley ball pitches were littered upon the flat open range to my left. The noise of laugher filled the air people were every where to be seen, deckchairs and coloured umbrellas with families around them continued in sequents as far as I could see down the flat plain of sand.I turned to my right once again, it looked like a untamed world compared with what I had just saw it was much quieter here. at that place was only the silent mother and her child to be seen. The mother now cradling her child tightly to her chest. The child was now lapping up a ice-cream, it must have been ice cold to touch the childs lips. The sun began to mess upon a day full of interest. The tide began to draw near, closer and closer the weewee came, the light bouncing off the tiny waves. As the water prudently teased my toes. I stood up and walked knowing away from my oasis.

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