Summer days

I haven't been to the beach in years, but I still remember those happy times playing about on the sand. I remember the smell of the salt in the soft breeze, and the sound of the waves crashing upon the shore. I remember the feel of sand in between my toes and the cold shower afterward to wash it off. I've only been to the beach a handful of times. My first time, I found it curious how such a big body of water could be so entertaining. I was very afraid of swimming pools at the time. Still am. But in the ocean, I find myself relax and I could feel the rythm of each wave as it pushes against my body and rocks me like a bay in a cradle. I can feel the seaweed tickling and wrapping around my legs. It feels like a dream that I never want to end. But it must. There are no beaches in Wisconsin. There are no sunny days that warms up the earth. It's cold, it's wet, it's dark. My life has always been in black and white, with my parents sheltering me from the world and everything good in life. But when I go to the beach, my world is lit up by vibrant colors that I can't even begin to describe. When I sit under that sun, I feel like yet another picture in my coloring book of life has been filled in.

Author's Note

Hey y'all, I feel like I've written a lot of dark stories. So I decided to focus my next writing on something more positive. The beach is what lights up my dark world and it carries some of my best memories.