travelling at the seaside
February 10, 2009 9:21pm CST
From as far as you could see on the left and right was open water and sand.The splash of small was open water and sand. The splash of pieces of seashells lay scattered on the beach and small holes covered the sand where the crabs had dug in.The wind felt soft and warm and the water not very chilling. Far in the distance the sun was changing color from a yellow to an orange and then to a red ball hangling over the horizon.The horizon was a long gray line broken once by the outline of a ship or a fisherman's boat. Here lays the peace and tranquility that poets,writers,and artists alike try to capture in words and paint.