A Day at the Beach
I stopped at the edge of the beachfront looking through the silhouette view of the mountainous terrain over the sea. My feet can feel the warmth of the white sands that tickle the sole of my bare feet. The sun is directly on top of me the heat penetrates through my skin causing a warm sensation through my body. As i walk through the sand i can feel the bristle of my hairs flowing through my head blown away by the south east breeze that blew past me. It reminds me of the yester time when i was a kid playing at the beach with my parents and siblings leaving our house located 40km away from the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the rocky side of the beach slamming on the gated rocks that acts as a beach barricade preventing the erosion of the beach which might damage the reputation of the beach to its visitors, the barricade tries to slow down the impact of the waves smashing through the beach. As my feet threaded along the edge of the beach i came across the trees that provides ...