My Perfect Summer

The gentle waves rolled up the sandy shore, hurrying through the rocks as they were sucked back into the sea. The wind blew softly through the long, parched grass, lifting the dry sand briefly before dropping it somewhere else. The leaves on the tree rustled, their dappled shadow reflecting on the ground as the sun made it's way through the cracks in the canopy. The old rope swing shifted in the breeze, frayed and rotten from years of use.