By the Water's Edge

Sunscreen could not save our skin, as dressed in skimpy swimsuits, we splished and splashed that afternoon, so happily slapping the water of the sun-kissed glistening sea, splattering each other with its salty taste. Afterward, we swam out into the swell of its waves, surrendering ourselves to the surges of the smaller and less dangerous waves, letting ourselves be totally submerged and tossed like shells, then swept swiftly back to shore. Later, we drifted out to the deep, and then shuddering as the temperature dipped, we swam to the safety of the beach. Skipping back to the warmth of sand, we toweled off and sat, satiated with contentment to watch sun setting in a sky of cerulean and splendid rose. Drenched with much peacefulness, we watched sun sink lower and lower at the edge of the shore - at the edge of that summer and at the edge of a childhood we could not know then was coming to its end. April 5, 2019 for Edward Ebeh's Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest