You walk down the beach, and a sheet of sand covers the land.

The water meets the sand and washes up shells of white, purple, yellow and so much more.

The water is cold but the shimmer of the setting sun

is like fire in the distance.

The sky is orange and the water waves at you,

before washing away.

The palm trees rustle in the breeze,

they settle in the sounds.

Everything is quiet and you can hear the waves.

It’s a special place where water meets the sand.