Blanket of Sand

 

My first instinct would be to pick it up by the edge and shake it out.  Upon closer scrutiny the grains of sand are actually a mixture of general beach debris, small and large particles of seaweed, ocean creatures, bird droppings, feathers, fleas, dead plant and animal parts, as well as smells beyond description.

Sand temperatures range from burning the bottom of your feet to cool, freshly ocean-washed, tightly packed sand at the water’s edge.  It is alive with minute insects, flies and wild-looking creatures that walk sideways, or blow bubbles from just below.  Small stones, and sea shell bits and pieces stretch along it's length.

Dig a hole in it and it will quickly repair itself.  Construct a sandcastle and the wind and water will soon dismantle it.  The beach is a living part of the earth, with ever changing expressions, and emotions.  It is just as inviting as it is not to be trusted.

Take a nap on it and the tide will give you a harsh and startling wake-up call.  It is then, on your way home, you'll discover a portion of the beach has attached itself to you and your car, as well as that disturbing fragrance we spoke of earlier.

 

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