Walking slowly towards the endless sea, I cross the beautiful, golden sand. It sticks to my feet, leaving deep, round footprints engraved in it as I step which are soon washed away by the water. Its rough heat warms the base of my foot. As the sand is pushed out of the way, broken seashells and small pebble stones appear beneath it. The pebble stones are smooth and rounded like sweets and the sharp edges of the seashells are like the tips of pencils.
Stepping into the shallow sea the ice cold water moves towards me