A fuzzy mess of blue lies the furthest from my eye. Soft, flawless periwinkle paints the sky, a ship's white sail on the last horizon breaks the constant colour. Then a streaked teel anounces that the sea has met my vision. Broken by the white laughter that eventually explodes into a crisp line of foaming cackles.

Lost souls, releasing the entirety of their dignity come next, Cameras pointed towards the ocean. Hair curling and twisting furiously as it blows, angry that it's forbidden to run with the wind. Cold fingers sweep it out of their eyes, yet to find that it will only return.

Pale brown, gold sand coats the earth in it's soft, magical existance, holding the weight of little black paws, the soles of shoes and speckled with driftwood. Venturing under the sea itself, the sand goes on forever.

It is cold. My hair is dancing madly around my head, my nose and ears freezing. The collar of the turquoise jacket is turned up, trying in vain to make me warmer. And yet, my heart is warm. Glowing, burning in my chest. For it is these moments that complete my humanity, that feed my soul, that must be kept forever.