• i could taste the salt in the wind, i could feel the spray of the ocean, i saw the breaking waves coming up farther and farther onto the shore. The tide is coming in quickly, but i don't care! I keep walking even when the water came up to my feet! The water was cold and the moving sand beneath my feet tickled as it was pulled back with the water! Sea gulls circling over head looking for the last remnents of a families picnic! The foam in the water is strating to stick to my ankels, the feel weird as they pop one by one! Shells line the water line and i keep my eyes peeled for a hidden treasure within their rubble. I see broken pieces and dull rocks but nothing more! Maybe if i had a better eye for such things i would be able to find something but for now i'll keep on walking. The water is so high! It feels almost strong enough to pull me out along with the sand and stone! There is no moral to this story, i wouldn't even call this a story but it was calming to type and hopefully calming to read! I often type like i am talking to somebody because . . . well i don't know why but it is sure fun!