Here I was, at the beach. It was beautiful. I could see the crumbly sand spreading across its surface for miles and miles. I could smell the scent of the salty sea aroma filling the air. The crystal-clear water was glistening in the sun, as it washed up against the shore. I dipped my wriggling bare feet into the vivid water, and felt slimy seaweed tickling my ankles. My long golden hair whooshed around and around in the crisp barren breeze, and I could hear the dogs barking, the birds squawking, and the wind whistling as loud as ever. I took a deep breath in, and pushed it back out again. For once in my life, I felt like I was at home. The sky glowed a soft purple, just before it lowered and buried itself beneath the tall spiky trees. The birds were singing. I could sense that people were starting to drift off to sleep, while some were still stuck in a zombie-like crowd, wandering the busy streets. But not me. The dazzling stars were dancing, twinkling so bright they nearly hurt my gentle eyes. It was as if the stars were now falling into the gutters, waiting to be swept away. It was dark, and I loved it this way.
