26th July

I had a dream.

I stood there, and I stared out. In front of me. The sunlight was soft, and staring at the setting sun did not hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. The orange colour was warming, quite literally. I felt the soft warmth on my skin as I faced the sunset, the sun meeting the vast sea at the horizon, the water glistening orange. I looked into the sea, the light being reflected was like the lights that littered a city at night, floating on the water, lighting up the sea.

The waves lapped onto the shore where they reached the tips of my toes. The water felt cold, and the sand below me felt odd. I had never stepped on a beach before, was sand supposed to feel so comforting? With every shift in my weight, the sand shifted too. It felt like the sand was embracing my feet, and it felt quite comfortable to me.

I had done my research on sand before, rather, I heard stories about how sand is uncomfortable and annoying.

I disagree, it felt quite nice, actually.