The wiccan

This is the very beginning of an idea I had. It's about a girl who is a witch/Wiccan but, Wicca is not what it may seem. Please, feel free to leave some critique. (more will come as I proceed)

The sunshine dances like pixies on the water surface, for the day is about to disappear and soon, the night will rule. I inhale the air. There's something different about the air here. It's fresh and delicate, with a touch of salt. This place, at the rocks by the sea, is filled with memories. Happy memories, sorrowful memories, thoughtful memories, the list goes on. Nature is fully alive here. The grass is dry, yet pleasant. The rocks and seashells by the shore are pure joy and fun. And the ocean. The ocean is where my heart belongs. The powerful, yet gentle waves. The essence of this place calms me.

I stop daydreaming the moment Rocky sneaks up behind me. My beloved Border Collie has not yet learned, that I can sense him more than the other two legged creatures. The moment he jumps at me, I turn around and catch him.

"Aww, what a sweet dog, Rocky!"

I laugh as he tries to escape my grab. I know exactly when he's had enough, and let go.

He lays down beside me, and I reach out to brush my fingers through his soft fur, and he is happily wagging his tail.

"Beatrix" suddenly, a soft, well-known voice reach my ears.

I turn my head to discover my dad, walking towards me, wearing his overalls, decorated with oil spots and holes. The used to be blue, but time has made them grey and old. It gives them some kind of personality, and they have somehow become a part of my dad.

"Dinner's ready"