The Beach

The wintry wind spitting at my cheek made me feel as if I was being blown into Antarctica.

The powerful waves rushing and crushing the pocket-sized pebbles on the shoreline.

Every step up the wooden stairs to get a better view at the shade of baby blue was an enormous struggle as the wild breeze wrapped its overpowering arms around me and heaved me back down to my starting step.

The squelching of the feet on the wet sand, the ear-ringing whistle of the wind and the forceful crash performed by the waves felt like a speaker placed in my ears. The sounds repeated and repeated and repeated until finally, they slowly frittered away.

The water was as fierce as a dragon from a fairytale twisting any creature into the depths of the seabed.

The sound of the seagulls penetrating through my ears, it was a bullet drilling through the wall.