The Sea And It's After Perfection

A short poem of a happy family after a day at the beach

We smell of the sea,all of us. It is not a good scent nor a bad one,just the sea. But the smell of sea,I think, is meant to be stuck to happy people.
Our hair is ragged having the appearance of tumbleweed. In clumps together, it too smells of the sea.
The pitter patter of our chatter hums against the sound of our car on the hills. Colorful towels scattered around,while some of us rest sleepy eyes and heads.
On sun kissed skin I notice the sand laying as it dries. It is like different shades of salt. Yes, they are brown,speckled silver,and clear grains of salt.
The clouds that sat on top of the beach follow us on our way. The water has waved,is long, gone and waits for our return.