Thick, salty foam clings to the sand
As the waves crash along the vast shoreline.
The air, think with a salty haze, lingers above the sunbathers, longing for that ray of light to shine through.

Seagulls, letting out that shrill cry, search for scraps of food in the sand.
Laughter of the children splashing in the vast waters awaiting that next big wave to wash them away.

The hot, white sand flowing between your toes occassionally to be tickled by a sand crab.
The faint tropical scent of lotion flows throughout the beach.

The gentle hum of the boats returning to the neighboring harbors as the evening begins to fall.

Gazing along the shoreline you can pick out dozens of brightly colored kites floating in the constant ocean breeze.

The sun slowly settles in the west.
The beach begins to empty as everyone retires to their porches for a lazy, relaxing evening.
Finally to be lulled to sleep by the sounds of the gently breaking waves and the refreshing, salt breeze.

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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