The Shore (monosyllabic essay)

The Shore As I sit at the beach and watch the waves crash down on to the rocks, a gulls lands on the shore where the waves meet the sand. The cool, blue sea lolls back and forth at a cool, slow pace. The hot sand has a fine tint of gold. I pick some up and let it sift through my hands. A gray and white gull lands in front of me. I toss …

…warm as it is now. In a few hours, the deep red sun starts to set. It is quite a sight. The bold shades of orange, pink, and red pierce the sky. The thin clouds that float near the sea are stained by the same bright hues. The shape of a large, dark, bird hits the sea with a loud splash. It comes up with its catch, which gleams in the light of the sun.