Cinnamon Sugar coated fingertips,
Sea breeze whipping your hair into your face,
Shore mates tight on your toes,
The sound of sea birds squawking,
I griped tightly onto the seashell I found in the water and walked toward my mother,
I sat down next to her, and placed
The seashell between us. Its’ milky
pinkish colour seemed eternal.
Just like us.