Byron Creative Writing

The sun glistens in the beaming blue sky radiating its shine throughout coast. The luminosity of it, almost too bright to look at. Waves, twisting and twirling their way along the ocean shore. Blues and greens morphed into the vast bed of water. The water so angelic in the way it sparkles in the sun. Listen, you can hear the white tips of wave rebounding off each other creating a symphony of clatter. Granules of sand so fine you feel as though you could be wondering amongst the clouds. You walk, you feel the sun embed in droplets of pure sunshine into your bare back. Sounds of birds and insects echoing in your ears. Look up, the clouds, ever so white, hovering over the day, watching as it passes. The colours, they surround you, cascading themselves throughout the beach. Red, yellow, pink, purple and any other colour comprehensible. They sit on the bodies of the humans, in all shapes and forms you can imagine. The waves, delicately carrying the people of the water who glide their way through the day on waves. Ouch! You stood on a shell but that is okay because the colour complexion of it is blinding to any kind of pain you feel. It glows in the sun and buries itself through the night. The light breeze crawls its way past you, touching your every limb on its way.