Breezy Bondi Beach
By Maya Z
Published 6 April 2023
The strong salt water,
The mist along the shore,
It’s getting hotter and hotter,
The ice cream van music is playing.
People lined up, looking over the water.
Could this day be even better?
The sun sets low,
You know what, I need my sweater.
The wind blows and blows.
The breeze gets colder by the minute.
The weather gets to the max.
It's the limit.
As I walk off the beach
The sand tickles my ankles; In the wind, my hair is untangled.