I did this in summer school.
The sound of the rolling water back and forth washing against the soft sandy shore, the sun had set and the water was icy to the touch, but the sand still held the resonating warmth of the blistering sun. With every breath I can both taste and smell the salt water around me, as I stand sumerged knee deep in its chilly touch. My cool cotton summer dress drenched from the waves in their never stopping sway. I felt unable to resist its call.
SilvanaKat · Thu Jul 27, 2006 @ 03:05am · 2 Comments |