• The sand settles about the loftly dunes, casting shadows 'pon the thin shore.

    an endless droning of gulls peirces the air, scratching the shreds of clouds that are painted scarcely about the cerulian sky.

    A constant pulsating elavtes the sea, stirring it to a maddening froth, lapping against the rocks, as if to beckin you to join it.

    A broiling sun strings ribbons across your visage, as you lean back upon your striped lawn chair, basking in the warmth of today.