That’s all I could hear, all I cared about hearing anyway. It didn’t matter about the happy cries of children close by, or the engines of motorbikes roaring so crazily. What mattered was that it was peaceful amid chaos. It was a juxtaposition and an oxymoron of its own volition.
Seagulls squawked, swooning by and diving beak-first into cartons of chips held in the hands of onlookers. Their dinner strewn across the ground; a free for all.
Harmony, as nature continued its marvellous wonders. Water receded up and down the sand, leaving its beautiful rippling pattern in the gritty, yellow shore.
The waves curled in the surf, white outlining the enticing blue water as it trampled forward. Empty, save for the daring birds sweeping in.
Rocks, weathered by nature, created the most natural water fountain feature as the sea crashed high, splashing the surface beneath like droplets of rain.
The sky was crystal blue, clear of any clouds, and the horizon in the distance met the sea in a blurry haze. The sun, warm like Summer, beamed upon the beach, illuminating its heavenly presence.
Happiness; there was no denying a smile on a day like today. Happy weather, happy people, happy writing.
What more could you ask for?