Sand

We walk along the thick sand, trying not the fall. We dodge the chasing waves from touching our feet. The sun starts to dip beneath the sea and clouds. The sky streaks with color. We get to the end of the beach and watch as the sun finally disappears. The sand sticks to our feet and it falls out of our hair with each step. We walk back and by the time we get to the sea wall, it is dark. We wash off the sand, but we still find more weeks later.