As I walked down the beach, looking at the starry night sky fade away as the bright shining sun came out, the cool, gentle breeze blew my hair around. The seashells that were hung up in a cafe nearby kept on bumping into each other making a calming clicking sound. I could hear the church bells ringing to show it was time for prayer, a scrawny little tabby cat perked up as soon as they rang and ran into the bushes. The low tide kept washing up pebbles and old seaweed, the cold water felt like I was walking on ice.
Jan15
Froebelian Writers 