Our feet, pale from the winter, barely touch the water
before we retreat back to the safety of the sand
to escape getting soaked by a huge wave.

We waddle around, covered from head to toe in sand.
Hurling and tossing, the crest of each wave
turns into white, foamy salt water.

Creatures wash up with each wave
only to be carried back out into the blue ocean by the water.
We stand back, taking artsy pictures of our names written in the sand.

I leave the beach, covered in sand and moist from the water of the bounding waves.