Senses of the Beach

The sky is a dull gray,
creating a mood of calmness
and a sense of tranquility.
The wind is a bitter cold on my face,
making the goosebumps on my arms grow bigger & bigger.
It's making my nose frozen like spring flowers
in the middle of the winter.
My nose starts to run like a drippy faucet.
The waves are crashing on the sand,
while I sit shivering,
creating a snow white foam at the shore.
The birds are swooping towards the water,
desperate to find food like a poor man
feeding a family of four.
The rock is bumpy and cold.
The sand is blowing in my eyes & mouth,
making hard to see and making &
crunchy feeling as I bite down.
Oh how I would love to be home wrapped up all cozy.
Or just somewhere warm!
This was not a beach day.