A day on the beach.
An orange glare shines off of the smart, sophisticated, sea, illuminating the beautifully sandy beach. Untouched by mankind and ready for a long day. The beach awaits the thousands of humans who will parade across its soft textured surface. Suddenly, there is the unmistakable sound of exited people making their way towards the sea, when they arrive there is a gasp so loud that it would awaken even the heaviest sleeper, for the thousands of people are shocked at the array of colours dazzling brightly off the sea.
The smell of ice cream twists and twirls in circles, fish and chips fresh from the oven wrapped in old pieces of news paper, fresh suntan cream smothered over skin.
All that can be seen is the tops of brightly coloured beach umbrellas shading the many people beneath, sandcastles litter the beach, the places were people had written messages in the sand, heads sticking out of the sand where people had buried themselves, the bright sun glaring off of the plastic deck chairs.
The sounds are peaceful. The buzz of general talking rising as the many people trying to be heard over the laughter of tiny children playing like wild monkeys. The splash of people occasionally running into the sea to cool down from the blazing heat streaming down from the sun, breaks the peace
The gentle crashing of the waves moving themselves further up the beach is all that is needed to tell the visitors that it is time to leave. So with the clatter of plastic the patter of feet leaving the beach and entering the hard stone floor of the outside, industrial and polluted world well away from the clean and peaceful beach. Then silence and once again after a long and fun packed day the marvellous beach was ready for a long and peaceful sleep and all that was on its mind is I wonder what brand new faces I will see tomorrow.