The sun-kissed sand had no foot prints as if this beach was no-man's land.
The sea lapped gently over my feet before dashing back into the ivory white foam.
The floral white seagulls screeched like violins and wheat brown fantails like flutes.
The gravel grey road had no charging cars, only me, the sand and sea.
Beautiful description, it sounds like a poem to my ears...
ReplyDeleteHi Livie,
ReplyDeleteYour writing is so descriptive!
I love how you wrote about how the waves dashing back into the water, Its really creative.