Waves

Walking on the sand is hard.

My flip-flops flick sand on the backs of my legs.

We find a spot near the water but not too close or else we will get wet.

I search for rocks to hold the blanket down

Or else the wind will take it away.

An umbrella for me

‘Cause I burn easily.

Thomas, Meg, Mo, Sean, and I grab our boogie boards to be the first to catch the waves.

The water is so cold

But we do not turn away.

Slowly but surely we inch our way in

Until we are jumping waves in attempts not to get wet past the waist.

Eventually we can’t fight it anymore and we are waiting in the deeper end

Only leaving if a good wave comes.

A good one comes and we rush to catch it in hopes it is a good one.

The best ones take us all the way into shore.

We rush back out to get another fighting against the ones coming.

Before we know it an hour has gone by.

Our feet and hands are pruned

So we go in for lunch

But we are not done with the water and we will be back

Either tomorrow,

Or in a hour