Wrote this years ago for a prompt where you had to write a vivid memory, describing all i sensed.
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I walk at the flood line at a beach I have visited a lot as a child, near the Hague.
The sun is bright red in a sunset sky, I lift up my face to greet it.
The sand is warm under my feet, and shapes to cushion my feet with each step, a trail of me that the waves can play with.
The water is calm, playing with the coast, taking sand and giving beautiful iridescent shells in all shapes and sizes.
Seagulls dart over the land and water, singing their raspy song.
Some stand at the flood-line and run when the water comes close.
The wind plays with my hair and my clothes.
The air is salty, bright, fills my lungs, leaves a taste of salt on my tongue.
The sky is alive with colours, bright oranges, reds and yellows contrast with the darkening blue of a night, falling.
The sea shimmers, the colour of the water changes as the sky darkens, bright flecks of sunset roll to the shore, and touch my feet. Sand shifts underneath my feet slightly as the waves play, and I wiggle my toes.
I wave goodnight to the sinking sun and smile.