Waves breaking at the shore, sun starting to shine low in the horizon, a breeze blowing lightly and fresh.
She stands, watching the waves and feeling the sand between her toes.
The sand feels cold. A bigger wave makes the water find its way to her ankles.
Good morning, day!
written in (late, actually post due date) response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty
Lovely..I’ve been ‘there’ many times. The photo illustrates it brilliantly!