Sun, Sand And A Birthday, What More Could A Girl Want

The waves crashed on the shore, over and over again. They could be heard at the little shack I had discovered at the edge of the beach two days ago. The setting sun had turned into a brilliant ball of orange, so tempting to pluck if one could from the depths of the universe. The souvenir sellers were preparing to leave, while signs that read &lsquojet ski and banana boat rides&rsquo were being folded and taken away. The plastic beach chairs that lay under bright red umbrellas were being cleared. And I sat at my little shack, watching the scene slowly unfold.