by David M. Harry
Matthew and August went to the beach on a sunny afternoon. He wore his favorite, blue beach shorts printed with a map of the West Indies and she wore her favorite, sunburst bikini. The weather was very warm, but the sand was cool on their feet as they walked along the shore. A little breeze caused the palm trees to sway in a syncopated rhythm. Seagulls glided on that breeze over the ocean as they searched for fish. In the distance, a sea lion roared like an angry trumpet. As Matthew and August walked in the sand, there were children running away from the cold ocean waves reaching for their little feet. An old man, whose face had many wrinkles and interesting stories, flew a simple kite he probably made himself.
The heavy sun burdened with the weight of warm day began to sink into the endlessness of the ocean’s deep. The light became thick, atmospheric, and heavy with warning that it was time to leave.