𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Ocean

The water is always here. No matter anything. Closing her eyes, she soaked in the beautiful gentle sounds. So tranquil, it couldn't be described with words. Seagulls cawing. The salty smell. The innumerable grains of sand under her feet. The warmth beaming from the sun. And the ever present crashing of waves, the lapping of water at her toes. The beach is the epitome of summer. She finally opened her eyes to the shimmering water. The white caps and rolling waves. How could she leave? Here, she greeted peace, a friend she hadn't seen in years.