her off white sneakers sent twirling clouds of sand off into a chaotic dance of disparity. Her arms bent back, looped arond the multicolored railing, its many layers of paint peeling away revealing the drab hard steel gray beneath. She leaned forward tempting the lust of gravity, daring it to pull her down. One suspended moment, a tugging of wills, in the end gravities and the dizyness she was begining to feel in her head as she hung there made her straighten and stand, arms still looped around metal, in casle gravity got sneaky. Her eyes then ran their natural course to that which layed ahead of her.
The ocean, in its violant frenzy, licking the sands, taking back the world one grain at a time. There it stretched out to unknown places she would never see, assaulting beaches she would never tan on. She smirked teetering back and forth on her heels. The heavy grey sky, rippled in answer to the frenzy of the ocean, trying to strangle the greens with it's opulant greys. The sky was trying to swallow the ocean whole. But the ocean was too busy in its land lust to notice
with nary a warning she unhooked her arms and let gravity pull her down to the sand below. But before it could sprawl her out like so many casulties, she landed with a soft thud lupon her feet. She smiled inwardly from the tiny rush and began walking liesurly towards the hungry ocean. The wind rose in greeting, licking her plain brown hair(a color never made spectacular by any story) till it tangled itself about her head. She pushed it back and continued walking.
She stopped at the edge of the waves, just out of reach of it's foamy tongue and dug a single toe into the sand. It glittered momentarily before it'sl skin of ocean water sunk back into the sand. She then stepped on the newly uplrooted blob of mud, returning it to it's once smooth home. Unconsciously she smoothed her hands over her denim jeans and as if finally giving into gravilty she sat, just feet away from the blemish she had created in the smooth shore.
She closed her eyes for a moment, brealthing in the heavey salt air, drinking in the silence of crashing waves. Once centered she channeled herself, her everything into her hands. Smiling at the tiny nearly cheewed off nails she plunged them deep into the sand, Drawing large mounds towards herself as if to bury her own flesh beneath the goop. When she had a large enough pile she bagan to shape it. Crafting it without thought, knowing that her hands knew what was needed. And there she sat, waves washing over her off white sneakers, the sun slowily diving behind the angry waters. Her hands worked meticulously with the substance. Shaping molding, depositing the essence of her soul into the muddy grains.
The moon casted a silvery trail over the silent waves. As if watching over the girl and her castle. The Street lamps hoarded their pale glow up on the boardwalk, afraid of what the moon would fo if they should intrude. The Girl stood, wiping the muddy excess againts her shorts, she gazed for a moment in longing at her creation. Nodding she turned and walked back to the boardwalk. Now bathed in artifical light she disappeared from sight. Now empty of all living things the beach sat quietly.
The wind gave nary a whisper as the night waned on, the moon hovering ever watchful over the world. The tiny sandl castle which bore the spirit of one single girl, all that she used to be melted slowly back into the ocean. Leaving a single smooth surface, lwith no indication of where an off white sneaker had once been.