'The scene of a beach on a beach on a hot summers day.\r'

'I stepped out into a burning oasis. in some manner I suddenly forgot about my position it confabmed a world away from where I was standing. My eye fluttered as a peered at the cheer, the grains of sand at my feet began to feel familiar. As I started to wonder eitherplace the dunes. In the distance figures darting across the etiolated hills appeared. I stopped quiet abruptly, and turned to the sea. My eye testis glittered as I studied the waves. Boats on the horizon seemed the wants of pointless dots on a piece of paper; bury but will always purpose. I saw a lilo bobbing in the in the uncharted waves.\r\nA body was place so blithely upon the plastic vagabond with skin so tender the illuminance kissed it. Children p redacting so innocently by the beach, sand castles scattered about just with a different story to tell. The tiddlerren were white with sun block as they paddled in the tide. I carried on stumbling over the boiling sand. I noticed some surfers taming the waves, that tossed them rakishly aside. I started to walk encompassing(prenominal) to the sea, I felt the salty cooling zephyr upon my face so pure. I took mop up my shoes and sat by the shore as I once did when I was a kidskin, now I was no longer alone.\r\nThe seagulls ‘cooed gently, then I hear the complete opposite to the seagulls soft voices I heard people, yelling and laughing I turned and saw a brisk promenade. The peer was in the distance, the old fun-f melody temping me over though now the heat was beat me. I carelessly dragged my feet up the cobbled locomote to the promenade. Shops piled upon shops, people piled upon people. Shops filled with food as I pushed closer I began to nose out whole too familiar smells, that all my life had reminded me of this wonderful place, the seaside. Fish and lop onward bars placed in e actually other window it was as if I was walking down I dormitory room of mirrors.\r\nAfter looking around for a while I began to feel ve ry hot and tired so I returned back to the beach, boiling and sticky I slipped onto the sand. I lay looking at the clear blue sky, blue like the waves that calmly lapped the shore. A mother and infant sat quietly beside me, the child memory a green spade that caught the light and made my look squint whilst he dug furiously into the sand. His mother lay perched on a deck chair, sunbathing her eyes fixed on her child. â€Å"Alfie” she called â€Å"be guardedly”, the young child covered in a white paste giggled and carried on.\r\nI turned over now alone with my thoughts, staring back at me was a huge grey donkey snap off of a fleet of them that marched like soldiers alone the beach every single day, tens of times. His eyes; seemed tired and weepy. I went on to speak out how thirsty he must be in this intense heat. Volley ball pitches were littered upon the flat open electron orbit to my left. The noise of laugher filled the air people were every where to be seen, d eckchairs and aslant umbrellas with families around them continued in sequents as far as I could see down the flat plain of sand.\r\nI turned to my right once again, it looked like a untamed world compared with what I had just saw it was much quieter here. on that point was only the silent mother and her child to be seen. The mother now cradling her child tightly to her chest. The child was now lie up a ice-cream, it must accommodate been ice cold to touch the childs lips. The sun began to set upon a day bounteous of interest. The tide began to draw near, closer and closer the water came, the light bouncing off the tiny waves. As the water prudently teased my toes. I stood up and walked subtile away from my oasis.\r\n'