First Beach

Swish. Swoosh. Sand beneath my feet.
What is this strange feeling?
The hardness of the sand. The hottness of it. Out in the sun.
The cooling. Sweet. Coldness.. sandy beige rocky coldness in the shade.
What's that? That feeling.... a push of wind through my hair.
Cool breeze. Refreshing. Rejuvenating.
The light sweeping rush reminds me that I am free.

Swoosh. Swish. And a crunch beneath me feet.
My feet in the water. So this is what they call a beach?
The twinkle of my toes beneath the water.
Cool water. Love the water.
The way which the sunlight hits the water.
So that is sunlight.
So this is sand.
So this is the cool water they call the ocean.
The beach. Where I wish I could lay and stay forever.
Seagulls flying above me all have the upperhand.
First Taste of Beach. A taste so sweet.
So sweet. Memory to keep and hold forever.