Seagulls

Seagulls soared through the air where the smell of salt and funnel cakes lingered. The scorching sand seared my feet as I stalked the abandoned umbrellas and towels. Crashing waves and low tides were the only noise to be heard for miles. The sun was situated on the water’s horizon. Farther up, the sand was dank and cold while the waves gathered grains just to be shoved deep into the infinite body of blue. Carried by the family of waves until the golden grains reached a peculiar whereabout. A habitat to other life forms, anonymous. Those deep thoughts slowly crumbled as my legs collapsed and I clashed with the sand; the water reached for my toes to assure me that I am too close. It sensed that I had changed somehow, but there was no such thing.  I backed away from the negativity and hatred. Turning around to head back to my stronghold was the best option. 

A drab sky hung above me as the branches and stones jabbed at my bare feet. High-reaching trees and thickets scattered the “forest” in groups. As I climbed over the log that rested on the path to the fort, everything was too still… The world must have frozen and I was the only one with the fire and passion to move forth. More like a curse than a blessing, the crickets abruptly sang once more; I sighed in relief. Once more, I felt heat, not the normal temperature around here. A strange noise lingered in the lofty grass and ever so slowly, crept towards me. Two green walls split and made way for the unknown to leap out and harm me. Except this beast was not a beast. In fact, it was a unique mammal as am I. This entity was not some savage, but a wanderer. Who wanders the twists and turns of my deserted land, which is soon to be disrupted by the chaos this man will bring. His features were very defined; welcoming, soft eyes, his untidy hair pulled back, the scattered freckles across his nose. The stranger advanced closer.