My sisters run toward the palm tree to take a picture while my mother strolls to the shore line to hunt for a prized shell. My father wades in the seawater; saturating the salty goodness like a sponge saturates water. I remain behind and wait, soaking in the tranquil purity by inhaling the healing scenery. I examine the volleyball players in the corner of my vision. As they insistently dive for the ball, the sand is like a cascading fountain, pouring into the wind. Next to me is a 3-year-old, with sand caked onto their hands, who is constructing their unique sand castle. Their imagination takes over as they spill the sand into a pile, a fitting definition of their fantasy house. The many tourists unite to commemorate their happy place, rejoicing for the glory of the
My sisters run toward the palm tree to take a picture while my mother strolls to the shore line to hunt for a prized shell. My father wades in the seawater; saturating the salty goodness like a sponge saturates water. I remain behind and wait, soaking in the tranquil purity by inhaling the healing scenery. I examine the volleyball players in the corner of my vision. As they insistently dive for the ball, the sand is like a cascading fountain, pouring into the wind. Next to me is a 3-year-old, with sand caked onto their hands, who is constructing their unique sand castle. Their imagination takes over as they spill the sand into a pile, a fitting definition of their fantasy house. The many tourists unite to commemorate their happy place, rejoicing for the glory of the