Story131

Sand, Wind and Sea.
Wind on my face. Breezy, choppy, tickly.
Mud on my feet, squeltchy, slippy, sliddy.
Sea in the background, fast, ferocious, breathing.
Pinewoods are the gateway to the sea in Formby.
Silent squirres acting as the eyes and ears of the land.
My graceful bit of quite, calm.