This post was written by Maryam, who entered our Young Persons’ Writing Competition 2019.
In the velvety, blanket-like sky, the beautiful clouds danced; they were innocent clouds. It was a sun-drenched heaven. In the sand, pebbles laid on the ground in a collection and joined every crevice of the ground. In the serenade of light, the sun was glorious. Its rays shone down so delicately, so perfectly that nothing could compare to its beauty. Tranquil, the atmosphere of the beach was calm and almost welcomed you in to touch the idyllic sand. The path leading to the sea was a meandering snake, as it winded through the rocks. The sunlight poured in delicately and the gold light illuminated the sky. The sunlight glittered on every grain of sand and the water maintained serenity effortlessly. Untouched golden sand covers the beach and travels way out into the distance. The beach is perfect. After you take in scenery of the beach, it’s time to concentrate on the smell.
On one side, you can smell the luxurious scent of chocolate ice cream; the caramelised smell of the crisp yet soft ice cream cone comes next. Just made, the smell of salted chips and fresh fish makes you hungry, as you hear water splashing and happy children. There’s a cool breeze allowing you to relax and suddenly you find an urge to play with the sand. You drop to the floor to feel the warm, white sand caress your fingers. Mesmerising, you don’t realise the sound of the seagulls squawking, waiting to take your chips.
After approximately two hours, after you are tired playing with the sand and sea, you are beckoned by the towering pier near the edge of the coast. There’s a quaint restaurant on the top of the pier where you decide to have your lunch or you could just have fish and chips wrapped in newspaper with a lovely ice cream to finish. You embrace the scent of food while you walk to the restaurant. Suddenly, you hear a sound. The sound of jolly music plays from a band nearby and you feel the rhythm going through your body. You hear the soft guitar strums and almost recognise the song. As soon as you hear the music, you begin to dance. Out in the distance, the sun starts to set in a beautiful manner. The fiery colours amalgamate to create a perfect muddle of hues. The beach is perfect.
About the Author
Maryam Ahmed
Entrant- The Tourist Trail Young Persons’ Writing Competition 2019
“My name is Maryam and I want to be an author because I love writing.”