Summer
by Sara Cummings

In the summer,
walking slowly
along the shore,
with the ocean,
sparkling like a thousand diamonds in the background,
and the sand the perfect shade of gold,

I pull my fair hair back into a ponytail
and let the breeze wash over my face.

Slowly wading out,
being careful,
not to step on the gray rocks that spot the ocean floor,

The emerald green seaweed dances and parts
in the middle,
as I walk
sand squishing beneath my feet.

Little fish swim
through my legs.
I climb out of the water and onto my sky blue towel
and
sleep.