The Man on a Beach
The Man on the Beach
The blissful, enclosed, beach is silent. The bright glow of the sun blinds you as it emerges; it rises like a yellow puppet on the distant horizon. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair. Beach shops prepare for their day of excited costumers bustling in and out of their small seafront shops. Looking out to the sea you can see the large cruise ships on the world’s edge. The beach looks abandoned, nothing there apart from a few sea gulls pecking at the rubbish left by yesterday's visitors. Empty crisp wrappers, chocolate wrappers, ice cream papers and half eaten cones scatter the yellow sand.
As the day slowly dawns, young children stumble onto the moist sand, with small buckets and spades in their hands. Damp sand is forced between their toes. Parents haul on the swimming costumes and smother their innocent, pale face with thick white sunscreen. As they run towards the shoreline; their parents struggle onto the sand, loaded like camels with everything they will need for their day. Sandwiches, cold drinks, windbreakers, towels all bagged up and slung over both shoulders. A hot sea breeze rushes through the visitor's hair, as you stand there you can taste the salt in the air; it is forced through your lungs as you inhale. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, seagulls swooping overhead and the strong scent of sunscreen surrounds the beach.
The beachgoers spring as their feet hit the blistering sand. Sitting there for hours, playing with the sand; children giggle as their sand castles are overtaken by powerful crashing waves. The sand cushions the landing for a teenager diving to make his shot in the volleyball tournament. Excitement buzzes around the pitch as the ball is repeatedly, majestically played back over the net. Young children remain in the sea; the taste
The blissful, enclosed, beach is silent. The bright glow of the sun blinds you as it emerges; it rises like a yellow puppet on the distant horizon. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair. Beach shops prepare for their day of excited costumers bustling in and out of their small seafront shops. Looking out to the sea you can see the large cruise ships on the world’s edge. The beach looks abandoned, nothing there apart from a few sea gulls pecking at the rubbish left by yesterday's visitors. Empty crisp wrappers, chocolate wrappers, ice cream papers and half eaten cones scatter the yellow sand.
As the day slowly dawns, young children stumble onto the moist sand, with small buckets and spades in their hands. Damp sand is forced between their toes. Parents haul on the swimming costumes and smother their innocent, pale face with thick white sunscreen. As they run towards the shoreline; their parents struggle onto the sand, loaded like camels with everything they will need for their day. Sandwiches, cold drinks, windbreakers, towels all bagged up and slung over both shoulders. A hot sea breeze rushes through the visitor's hair, as you stand there you can taste the salt in the air; it is forced through your lungs as you inhale. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, seagulls swooping overhead and the strong scent of sunscreen surrounds the beach.
The beachgoers spring as their feet hit the blistering sand. Sitting there for hours, playing with the sand; children giggle as their sand castles are overtaken by powerful crashing waves. The sand cushions the landing for a teenager diving to make his shot in the volleyball tournament. Excitement buzzes around the pitch as the ball is repeatedly, majestically played back over the net. Young children remain in the sea; the taste