A Morning at the Beach.

It was early in the morning, when the sky was still dim. I was walking on the beach by myself with my sandals off, feeling the grainy sand that comforts my feet as I walked across the shore. The tide hit the shore, making the spray of water splash on my skin. The salty air blowing on my face felt wet and cool as it passed by.
The beach was very quiet, there was no sound of men, but the seagulls peacefully chirped as they soar overhead, singing, and searching for food. The howling wind whistles through the beach like an arriving train (too strong a simile) as the crash of the waves thunder…