Beach Story
The beach always reminded me of her. In my hand, I held tightly a
photo of me, Joe and Sierra, grasping it as if it was the only thing in
life that was of any value. As I stood gazing out, the water foamed
and cascaded wildly at my feet before receding back into the
vast, sky-blue expanse, unrolling like an ancient parchment. A
gentle breeze graced my hair, in symphony with the sun which
made manifest its glistening rays and coated the beach in streaks
of gold. The waves began to draw me in, kindling a sweet lullaby
making me reminisce my childhood as I sprinted across the sand
which flowed between my toes. I disturbed the calm water as I
dived in. The tides seemed to wash all my problems away. It was
just like it was all those years ago. For now, it was just me and the
beach. Just me and Mother........
I cannot express how much the beach means to me. I was at one
with it- the pulsing waves; the water; the sand, my blue spirit was
connected with it all. . The calm ocean of the waves had always
conjured comfort, erased all my apprehensions, put me to ease.
So on that fateful day, I was unaware that my life was about to
change.
Our house was located on the cliff's edge by the sea, where the
headlands kissed the sand and the archways formed entrances to
these towering dunes, silhouetting against the golden sky. Palm
trees encircled the house and seemed to bow in reverence to the
view. That day, I did the usual; Ran home from school;
procrastinated homework and other obligations and simply stared
out the etched window to see the horizon hemming the sky and
sea into a stitched, blue paradise, with a single dinghy cradling to
the tune of the waves. As the sun revealed it's lustre, Jo, Sierra,
Mother and I made our way to the beach front, sprinting through
the winding paths until the dirt tarmac turned into clouds of sand,
which was like cotton candy, such was it's softness. "Slow down!",
shouted Mother but giving little regard, we still kept running and
dived in to the crystal water headfirst. I was in euphoria!
Exhausted, we lost all awareness of our surroundings. We were so
consumed in our own elation that we didn't even notice that he
beach (for the first time in all my years) was empty!, "Where is
The beach always reminded me of her. In my hand, I held tightly a
photo of me, Joe and Sierra, grasping it as if it was the only thing in
life that was of any value. As I stood gazing out, the water foamed
and cascaded wildly at my feet before receding back into the
vast, sky-blue expanse, unrolling like an ancient parchment. A
gentle breeze graced my hair, in symphony with the sun which
made manifest its glistening rays and coated the beach in streaks
of gold. The waves began to draw me in, kindling a sweet lullaby
making me reminisce my childhood as I sprinted across the sand
which flowed between my toes. I disturbed the calm water as I
dived in. The tides seemed to wash all my problems away. It was
just like it was all those years ago. For now, it was just me and the
beach. Just me and Mother........
I cannot express how much the beach means to me. I was at one
with it- the pulsing waves; the water; the sand, my blue spirit was
connected with it all. . The calm ocean of the waves had always
conjured comfort, erased all my apprehensions, put me to ease.
So on that fateful day, I was unaware that my life was about to
change.
Our house was located on the cliff's edge by the sea, where the
headlands kissed the sand and the archways formed entrances to
these towering dunes, silhouetting against the golden sky. Palm
trees encircled the house and seemed to bow in reverence to the
view. That day, I did the usual; Ran home from school;
procrastinated homework and other obligations and simply stared
out the etched window to see the horizon hemming the sky and
sea into a stitched, blue paradise, with a single dinghy cradling to
the tune of the waves. As the sun revealed it's lustre, Jo, Sierra,
Mother and I made our way to the beach front, sprinting through
the winding paths until the dirt tarmac turned into clouds of sand,
which was like cotton candy, such was it's softness. "Slow down!",
shouted Mother but giving little regard, we still kept running and
dived in to the crystal water headfirst. I was in euphoria!
Exhausted, we lost all awareness of our surroundings. We were so
consumed in our own elation that we didn't even notice that he
beach (for the first time in all my years) was empty!, "Where is
