Morgan, 13The seaspray peppering my face with salt-laced bullets. The wind racing with my heartbeat. The sunshine baking me to a crisp. I felt alive.
The pathways winding in and out of my imagination. Hammocks waiting to be engaged. Trees whispering their secrets to each other. It was mysterious.
Waves chasing me up and down the beach. The birds chattering to one another quietly. Fish darting in and out of my vision. It was paradise.
Barbecues on a mission to tantalize me. Fresh air crawling down my throat. The wharf swaying to and fro with the rhythm of the waves. This is Marlborough Sounds.