Sorry for the long absence guys. Have some descriptive prose to make up for it.
The waves splashed over my bare feet, a feeling of blessed coolness accompanying the salt water. My feet sank a little in the warm sand, individual grains finding their way between my toes. I pinched the bridge of my nose, squinting into the bright afternoon sun, reflecting off the pale sand and sparkling in the playful waves. The wind caressed me, finding ways to touch every inch of my exposed skin, running its silky touch along my salt-tinged body. But with that soft touch comes a taste of fire, as that same wind whips my loose hair around and catches it in my chapped lips, forcing me to temporarily eat the gritty strands. I frown, pulling hair out of my face, my deft fingers desperately trying to get it into some semblance of order. My hair, defiant and unruly, refuses to comply, something my fingers, after all their years of experiences, cannot fix. Another wave crashed over my feet, and I am startled.
