Waves march against the sand as they scream for war before being forced to retreat from their march as they grasp for the remains of life before them. As the beacon of sunlight shines upon the scraps of driftwood and seaweed, the wrath of the army wasn’t over as the tide began to close in on the remaining grains of sand. An unfought war was nearly over.
The bitter air foretells the approaching storm; there to celebrate the endless victory of the ocean. An aroma of salt-water indicates the tide’s cycle nearing it’s end, like a phoenix at the point of rebirth. The putrid smell of the moss gasping for a breath of air as the sun sets across the horizon.
Engines moan at their driver’s as they return to whence they came. Crashes and smashes show the water trying to seize the land. Although the beach was empty, you could still hear the crying of the birds scavenging the remains. The water was tainted a slight green hue, this was a cause of waste and pollution already starting to take effect.
The rusty surfaces of the railing are blocked from the slight touch of the steadily increasing power of the wind, sweeping the dust off my skin and revealing goosebumps hiding under the layer of dust like a cave exploiting it’s coal. A treasure chest without a lock.
Rain taunts the tip of my tongue as it freefalls from the sky. The insides of my mouth are begging for a drink as the dehydration nearly causes me to succumb to the thirst. The taste of fish overcomes my taste as I stare into the empty, moonlit sea. It was time to go home.
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