Gorgeous Day (poetry, by A)

The sea breeze whips through my hair.

I trudge through the sand

In sneakers.

Sand leaks into them.

I venture on.

Wind slapping my face with my own hair.

It stings, for a few seconds,

But I love it.

The air smells like a lake.

I pick up a seashell,

And put it in my pocket.

Sand flutters, as I stuff 

Another rock into my shorts.

I try to run;

But I can't.

I try to yell,

But the wind 

Steals my voice.

I look out to sea.

It ripples toward us.

I look up, and see

A cloud. A smiling cloud.

Literally.  

I ask to have the camera,

And, with one click,

I freeze the time.

It seems like the day

Will never end!

We are merry beach bums.

We lay down, sand covering us.

And rest.

In this gorgeous day.