the sky is blue

.....only wishes.....

Ahh! The familiar feeling of the beach!

Waves crashing, birds screeching, and the gust of the wind clouding your ears.

It was a beautiful weekend to go to the beach, so my parents decided to take us on a vacation.

It was officially August, and school was looming in the horizon, as much as I hated to admit it.

My friend would be picking up my school schedule for me, because I would still be at the beach that day.

I just wanted at least one class with her.

I had not seen her in person since the party, and it was almost haunting me.

She felt the same way as me about the beach.

We did not like it.

I was in a tough situation; I loved marine biology but hated going to the beach.

Yet, there I was unwillingly soaking up the sun.

I thought about writing a note in the sand or something, but then I got a better idea.

Her favorite animal was the cute and cuddly black and white bamboo eater. A sand panda!

So I decided to sculpt out a sand panda, and hopefully she would love it.

My sister helped too, even though she didn't prefer sculpting over other art.

Seaweed, the disgusting stuff in the water and on the sand that nobody wants to step on, was our main ingredient besides sand and shells.

I carved out his ears and giant, round belly. It's shape became more and more prominent as I smoothed the sand.

My back was on fire, but it was worth it; it was for her.

Sweating a dog, I stumbled back and admired the view of our masterpiece.

He was made of sea shell eyes, seaweed ears and fur, rocks for nails, and a curved mangrove smile.

I sent her a video and picture, and she liked it. But once again, I only revealed more about my true feelings.