Waves collided with the beach churning a blue-green mixture of slimy seaweed. The froth sank back into the sea, its white fingers clawing at the border of small rocks. Kids squealed in mirth as the ocean crested again.
With the waves came the wind and the pungent smell of salt and rot. The egg-yolk sun beat down on them, sizzled the sand. She burrowed her feet as she searched for the cool layers underneath. The moist grains glued to her sticky ankle, scratching against her skin as she tried to brush it away.