23 April 2012
The golden glow of the sun awakes, as it brings itself to glisten brightly over a vast shimmering ocean. It's calmness reflects its peaceful state, waiting for its day to begin, for the need of significance.
The ocean's excitement stimulates a reflex action, to assemble waves that perform in sequence, to entertain the day's participating audience.
People of all ages emerge on the stretch of toasted grains that cushion the soles's of ones feet. The lingering salty air penetrates the nasal passages.
Umbrellas marking their territories with vibrant colours and patterns, which highlight their reserved perimeter, as they shield their owners from the sun's force of energy. Immense pungent smells of sun-tan lotion; pasted on tender skin, protecting them from the intense grilling of the sun.
Boats in the distance; gliding by, across a pane of tinted blue glass, as they pass in motion with the vibration of the rippling waves.
Surfers with wind-swept hair, tanned complexions and toned bodies, which are lubricating their wave-mobiles. They ride the back of waves as if they have no fear in trying to tame the waves behaviour. The powerful motion of God's creation defeats them as the are subjected to surrender to the waves final destination.
Excited children, screaming with delight as the waves crash down and disperse into a gush of water that teases them as they race past.
Parents with children, building sand-castles that tower their ambitious child-like behaviour as they try to construct a fortress castle. The waves mischievously demolish their art of perfection as it dissolves the enchanted fairy-tale dream.
Lovers walking leisurely along the infinite shore; exchanging loving glances and tenderly whispering in each others ear as they embrace the beauty of their love and surroundings.
People of all ages, collecting crafted sea shells that are embedded neatly in the stretch of sand as they display a variety of shapes and sizes that initiates curiosity with their vigorous creation.
Children with ice-cream painted faces and sandwiches that are filling empty stomachs with a magnet of sand that is washed down by a refreshing ice-cold liquid, lifting their thirst.
The pastel blue sky paints a background scene for the gliding seagulls that hover; waiting like scavengers for any scraps of waste left behind to devour.
The sun dims its tone of a golden glow, to retreat further along the horizon; gradually saying goodbye.
People depart; leaving behind their signature footprints in the golden grains, which mark the memories of joy and fulfilment as they are engraved in the hearts of every person on a beach, in the summer. ~By MICHAELA
An Ocean Dream • Opuss № I