Whispers

As I gaze at the people, they wear shorts of colors ranging from crimson to teal. Women in tight bikinis are striding along the sand. The fiddler crabs flee. The salt of the coast engulfs the air. A girl finds a luminous shell and hears the echoes of time. A boy in the sea is feeling salt water on his hair and skin for the first time. As a college woman is riding an orange bike on the boardwalk, she smells the scent of coffee and fries at Seaside Café. On the moss-embraced, massive rocks, I notice the sun uniting with the ocean’s emerald edge. At night, the waves crash against the treaded shore; teenagers seclude themselves beneath the walkway. A couple is walking on the shore collecting sparkling pebbles, radiant driftwood. On the jetty, with whispers of the impressions, I am endeavoring to write.