START OF WRITING (DRAFT)
Look. This sight is magical, were glancing out onto the majestic deep jewel blue ocean foaming white when it swings over the sun kissed golden sand in a rhythmic percussion. The waves upsurge crashing lightly against the grainy shore line as it replicates the colours of a rainbow oil spill. The endless tide draws a breath and hums deeply, crawling along the sand on its obese belly, stretching itself thin until it was an inches from my toes. The sky is a gorgeous pinky-orange blue glow with no tufty clouds of wizard-white in sight. The last rays of the shimmering sunlight hit the sand appearing like Cinderella’s sequin dress; sparkling like a thousand tiny jewels. Bronzed bodies cover the beach, my eyes are as clear as the water; skimping over volleyballers
Feel. Seaweed, salt water and sweetness fill up my nostrils as the gritty sand and cold water ooze through my chubby toes. I feel relaxed like a tall swaying tree far far away from reality; our surroundings are quiet and peaceful, making gentle tracks as we make our mark on the earth’s squishy surface with a semblance of a smile. The sea air blows puffs of wind like a middle aged man running along the lengthy beach, giving me a sense of freedom; the warm breeze swirls around me sending my hair in all different directions.