The beach was calm and beautiful that day. There were no umbrellas or towels littered around, and apart from a few trails of footsteps the beige sands lied unscathed. The sky that day was pleasant, having a soothing balance between cover and sunshine. Floating high up above were various faint white clouds resembling the swift light strokes of a watercolor brush, which blended in with the canvas sky to create various shades of blue. Out in the horizon, clouds hovered just above the dark teal sea. Forming out in the distance and racing towards the beach were rows upon rows of misty green waves. As the waves came ashore, they brought with them the crashing, yet calming, sound of rushing water. And as the waves receded, they revealed smooth wet sands glazed in a splendid shade of silver. Along with the waves came the gentle breeze of the wind, which brought with it the salty taste and smell of the ocean. Alone on the beach to admire it all, stood one surfer, staring out into ocean.
