Beauty

Short story describing the utter beauty of the ocean, and the green flash sunset phenomenon.

Decorated in their beach attire they briskly walked till the ground began to soften. Six people advanced straightforward with power, parting anything in their path like Moses did when he crossed the red sea. They looked like the first three rows of bowling pins. They arrived at the edge of the beach, and saw the distant heat wave over the sand, swinging its enormous hand back and forth. The beach was spacious and untouched. It looked so smooth and flat that even a Ping-Pong ball sized rock could be seen easier than a glow stick in the dark. They stood next to each other in a row all facing the same direction. One on the end of the row, bumped their adjacent other and like newton’s cradle all the energy transferred through them to knock the one on the other end over.

 

There was a slight psithurisma in the air. At a vantage point they glared into the distance, and noticed the surfers riding the calm ocean waves and the crystal clear water glistening. The cyaneous ocean was vibrant with shades of blue. From lapis lazuli to a jays feather to sapphire blue. They see the Daysailer and beach catamaran boats cruise along the blue. The clinquant sun was like an emollient to their skin.

 

She kicked her shoes out in front of her and then lunged forward to catch them, to be followed with her throwing them across the sand. She galloped deeper into the beach as the others did the same and chased after her in laughter. She dug her feet into the snug sand that felt like stepping into warm fluffy marshmallows. She then engulfed her feet under the pleasant sand and then lifted them up. As she pulled, all the sand sifted in-between her toes. She repeated this process about five times before it started to get less amusing.

 

There was one thing that was slightly displeasing yet enjoyable at the moment. It gives energy to those who can’t speak. It indirectly gives food to those who can speak. You can glance at it, yet cannot gaze at it. The sun was radiant and casted streaks of luminance that stretched across the broad azure. The polished coruscate flare was vibrant with flush reds, yellows, and oranges. The thing that is used to help tell time glittered in the sunlight. It was once big and now small. It blinds some yet helps some see. Dozens of black pointy blobs zoomed by, which appeared on the sand floor. The bantam shadows bolted over them in escadrilles. The seagulls glided over them establishing dominance over the celestial sphere that lavished with colour. Their wings flapped up and down and an occasionally glided. They lifted and lowered their wings like a zoetrope repeating its gestures repetitively.

 

The crisp breeze whipped their faces. As they came adjacent to the ocean shore the wet breeze slightly slogged them in their face. The voiceless wind cried, that gave mouth less mutters. As they continued down the beach, the texture began to soften and alleviate. Their feet sank into the lumpy wet sand. For every next step taken, a faint footprint imprinted on the sand. When the foot pressed on the soggy sand, the limpid liquid substance secreted from underneath and filled the footprint. It was gentle enough to soothe the skin and light enough to caress the sky. It loved to fall but cannot rise. They took a few more steps forward into ankle deep water that foamed at the toes. They stood their for a while enjoying the ravishing view. The refreshing ocean water helped them sustain a comfortable body heat. They watched the alluring sun mesmerize them and pull them closer and allowed gravity to entirely take hold of them. At this point only a slight amount of sunlight remained.

 

They sat down in the cool hazel sand and profoundly gazed at the cinnabar sun gracefully start to set. They took an oeillade and their breaths slowed, from fifty breathes a minute to five. They relaxed their limbs, dropped their shoulders, and decompressed their spine. The serene milieu cleared the mind and provided peace to it. The Diaphanous sun is sinking deeper and deeper below the horizon. Going from a quarter below, to a half, to three quarts. Finally it completely descends into the horizon. At that very instant, above the upper rim of the sun, a rare glimpse of vibrant emerald absinthe green coruscated throughout the sky. A lingering flash of green rays emanated quaquaversal, shooting out in all directions. It was absolutely bliss and a moment of recherché. The nebulas aura was transcendently elysian. At this point their thoughts drifted away to alluvium. She took out her embroidered calico handkerchief and wiped her eyes. They all fell in a trance like daze that was foudroyant and no possible distractions could move their eyes away from the piquantly view. Even if the presence of Santa Claus’s sleigh appeared in front of their view, they wouldn’t hesitate even a centimeter. It was a pulchritudinous and ineffable sight to witness. As the opalescent light show continued, the white clouds started to turn to fuchsia, more ponceau color as the remaining light hit the clouds. Is was almost a meteorological phenomena. As if the Greek god Uranus was creating a gaudy chromatic aurora in the sky.