September 25th Journal Entry

I am walking in the hot, grainy sand, while each grain sticks between my damp toes. The loud, repetitive sound of the seagulls yelling out. The waves tearing through the water as they seem to be getting smaller and closer. The wind blowing each and every grain of sand, buoys blowing from side to side, kids screaming and shouting out joy. Kites of all shapes and sizes gliding through the air, people running, the sun beating down on me.