Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently kisses up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine.
The rustling of leaves, small orchestra of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing.
The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another yet too magnificent to be painted by the human hand, its perfection at its very best.
Like a dancing male peacock showing off his finely detailed feathers, the sea also puts on her best show, showing off a wide range of colours that reflect of her surface with her original twist that causes the colours to move in an unusual but spectacular pattern.
All the sea really wanted was for her loneliness to end and for people to come and admire her.
The sun has now reached his destination, on his throne, high in the sky. Beams of glowing hot rays gleam down as he waits to see who else has come to accompany him.
The mixture of colours in the sky has faded away, just revealing a clear crystal blue sky with white fluffy clouds slowly passing by.
The deserted beach was calling out to people with its exquisite beauty.
The calling must have been heard because not long after, people were already pulling up in their noisy cram packed cars and coaches; as they stepped out their eyes widened and faces glowed with content to see the elegance of the sea.
The sea had now changed from a show of colours to a simple ice clear blue which subtly sparkled and foamed as it gushed up the seashore.
The perfect painted picture was about to be ruined, people were hypnotised: put under a spell more and more people were arriving bringing their huge amounts of noise; engine roars, chatter, loud laughter, squeals of young children and blasts of loud music from their radios.
The seas smooth surface seemed destroyed; people were cramming in, splashing and playing around.
The beach was no longer peaceful as it was a few hours ago, now it’s noisy and busy as though I’m back in the city.
The glossy golden sand couldn’t really be seen as it was stabbed with umbrellas, piled with deck chairs and cramped under towels of sunbathing tourists, cooking their plump white flesh, absorbing the suns rays to the maximum.
No longer was the beach deserted, it was crowded, the sea full of people playing, the shore was being trampled on and there wasn’t one quiet spot to sit at.
The rock pools which were under water a while ago is now in open air, little children run with their nets and buckets to admire the seas creatures crawling and swimming around between the rocks, to them its nothing but a free tour in an aquarium or a free trip in an amazing adventure park.
People are walking around red skinned and peeling or luckily cinnamon tanned.
Trying to cool down I walk around in search for the once cool, light and refreshing breeze but it had somehow managed to vanish and the beach now feels like a hot baking oven, incredibly hot and humid. The air was now thick and had an unusual mixture of smells; varieties of sun lotions, fast foods, salty sea water and sweat, these smells were not exactly the sweetest scent to the nose!
The sun and sea getting tired gradually lose their vibrant energetic glow and warmth, people are starting to leave… they pack up collecting up their belongings, squeeze back into their cars and coaches and drive off.
The sea calms once again, and the ripples get smoother.
The sand rough and trampled on is happy to breathe again, says his fair well to the sun.
The sun looks down, giving us a last show if his warm, glowing colours.
Descending from his throne he glides elegantly towards the horizon, comfortably bedded for a long days rest.
Sunless, the beach feels cold; a sharp icy breeze travels from across the ocean pushing itself past me, leaving me shivering from head to toe.
The sea turns black like a bottomless hole but the tips of smooth ripples are delicately decorated with touches of silver which now reflect from the moon.
The night’s sky is a dark blue, but the moon keeps everything calmly lit.
Birds have cleared the sky, and nothing can be heard apart from the calm splashes of the oceans water and the rustling of leaves as the wind pushes by.
Once again, the beach is deserted.
