Tiny waves tingle my feet as I approach the water. Water whips at my body as I glide to the open while seagulls soar above my head.
Bites at my cold wet arms and rips through my hair with its insane blows at the world creating havoc.
Sand flicks at my eyes before disappearing into the sea and becoming goey, sloppy, disgusting mud.
Unleash their sand armies into wind to have never ending battles.
Blackening and disintegrating, the trees stand there helplessly, as their wood sizzles away in the boiling sun.
Soaked, weeping rocks sit there trying to dry in the sun; sharp, flat and strong.
Water floods into my mouth. Salt blows in the breeze. Fun sweeps into my nostrils.
Where am I?