Macy , 12The sound of the weasey paddle board pump gently mixes in with the sound of the folding waves on shore. Sharp shells and sand granules stick to my damp knees, and nestle into the bristles of my soggy towel.
Sneaky sparrows scamper in the steamy sand, hoping to steal a quick snack.
Fluffy clouds dance around the sky, reflecting on the water, which is broken by splashing swimmers. Behind, a silhouette of a green island, lingering in the billows and swells, standing against the lambent sun.