The silky, crisp waves engulf but also help sustain many swimmers and dingy boats floating in the ocean. One rubber dingy boat almost capsizes after recoiling off the beach side, however it narrowly survived afloat. Other swimmers and typical families, consisting of parents and the young kids are having a good time, floating around as well, splashing each over, and hurling rubber balls into the air.
Behind me there is an ongoing game of beach-ball being played out. All 4 adults have taken sides, and are battling it out, showering each side with the airborne beach balls. The dedicated beach ball area has a sturdy net, long enough to support numerous games of beach ball/volley ball.
As the day progresses the amount of people around me has dramatically decreased from a being packed, to a scarce amount. However the last remaining few are just motionlessly sunbathing, flying kites or playing beach ball. And the atmosphere has changed to soothing and restful now.
After realizing time has moved on now, I start to pack up my towel and lunch box, ready to journey home. Strolling across the shoreline, I start to carefully rummage across the surface of the previously red burned sand, scanning for shells and gems that may be lurking there. Hiking down the shoreline coast, I can still see the silky waves of the ocean, crumble on the bordering horizon. People have started to pack up their towels, tents and other possessions they own, ready to journey home themselves now.
On my travels I am annoyingly disrupted from my peaceful rest, by a hot dog man making a commotion over advertising his hot dogs. The hot dog man’s persuading voice, shouts reasonable offers such as “hot dogs! Hot dogs! Get your hot dogs!” and “Buy 3 hotdogs for the price of 2!” that eventually, makes me change my course of direction towards him. The sweet hot dog aroma ignites my nose senses, and allures me in as I get closer, like a moth and its beacon of light.
I delve my hands into my pockets and count any remaining coins and change that may be lurking there. The lingering hotdog scent causes my stomach to rumble involuntarily
Waiting in the queue feels almost an eternity, until I finally reach first place. My stomach feels like a vast, empty cavern that could easily collapse.
“Excuse me Sir, what would you like to order?” the hot dog man briefly asks me.
I mumble back “An extra-large jumbo frankfurter please,” whilst practically drooling. I am hypnotized by his rotating spatula, flipping over the other hotdogs & burgers. The hotdog crumbles deliciously with every bite, giving me bursts of energy that courses through my blood stream, to aid me on my journey back up the pebble-stone fortress leading towards the car park.
The shimmering ocean retreats into the distance, and begins revealing the silk like stones and debris that were previously undiscovered and hidden away there.