Trixy's Pov
The cool sand that had been lying at the bottom of my feet embraced me as I walked by the shore. I was carrying my shoes in my right hand, which was still with me. The waves were rolling in and out as if they were heavy breaths, touching and then drawing away from my toes skin, however, they moved back quickly, thus, keeping the water close, like a lover who wants to give his beloved one more hug. The salty air had gotten its catches with my hair and therefore it was unable to pass without giving me at least a tiny piece of seaweed's aroma and an indication of the night to come.
