Morning mist rises off the woven land. Fog hovers in the air just out of our reach. The moon disintigrates into the neon blue sky. The pale expression on the water swirls into small innocent waves of sea slime and salt water. Birds chirping and seagulls calling echoed off the cove just behind where I stood. The smell of sea air and burnt campfires scraped at my nose. The ground warm to the touch, as if the sun had heated the earth within a matter of seconds. Particles of sand, shells, and stones crawled their way up my feet and in between my toes.
Joise May, with her little body, ran along side of me, picking up sea shells and rocks as we walked along the waters edge. Barnick trotted in and out of the water, leaving his small foot impressions in the moist sand. I stared down at the little sea creatures that slithered across the sand. Jelly fish, crabs, and snails were the only things I saw upclose. Out in the middle of the water, there were boats and fish, but they were to hard to catch a glimpse of. Papa Martinez walked slowly behind us. His pants were wet and seaweed covered but he didn't mind it one bit. Dressed in his fishermans cap and shorts he walked along with Mama Martinez. Her holding his free arm and laying her head on his shoulder, and him placing small shells waterside.
Clouds began to roll in from across the wide ocean. Rain hammered down from the black skies and indented the sand beneath. Papa Martinez grabbed my little sisters small body and placed her on his shoulders. I grabbed Barnick and ran after them. Hurdling as fast as we could to the car over sharp rocks and small streams, we watched as the ocean sank farther and farther away. It was as large as a post card the last time I saw it. I knew we would be back in a year or so, when we came back to visit Papa and Mama Martinez next summer. I still cried and rest my head on Mama Martinez's shoulder.
"Don't worry punkin. We will come back tomorrow."
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