Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Slice #18: The Beach

I remember the warm water running towards me then runnning away. Make up your mind! Come and go, come and go. The rough yet soft sand tickling the souls of my feet. Covering my toes in an uncomfertable jacket. The sun beating down on me. Yelling to go under the trees, in the cool air of the jungle. The sky says stay and play with my friend. I nod and run to play with the water. The sun shakes it's head, but smiles at the sight. Making me rise and fall, the waves wrap around me. Taking in the moment. Nothing lasts forever.

1 comment:

  1. Farah, I love how you said that the water was running towards you! Great personification!