05-09-2022, 08:53 PM
The beach amazed Mable.
There was no other word to describe what she was feeling; not one she knew, anyway. The ocean, the water, the sand, the wind, the life. It was like nothing the young girl had ever seen before. She felt as though she could wander the sandy expanse for years and still learn something new about it the next day.
From where Mable sat now, she was close enough to the water to be able to clearly hear it crashing angrily against the beach, but far enough away to not risk getting wet. Of course, this instead meant she'd be dealing with sand in her dress and shoes for the next week at least, but dirt and grime was something the girl was accustomed to. And anyway, it was too nice out here to stay inside a second longer.
Perhaps nice wasn't the word for it. Fresh fit better, she thought after a moment. It was too fresh out. It was morning time, and the world was clean after the storm, but it was still windy to display how recently it had ended. The world was too fresh to stay inside.
Such a thing was a matter of personal opinion, of course. Some people couldn't handle lively weather and whipping winds like this. Not Mable of course; she thrived here, laughed as a gust blew her thick ponytail one was and then the other like a cow's tail, fisting sand and tossing it up just to watch it be stolen away and scattered. Some people wore shawls that were entirely unnecessary, and only realized this after leaving the house and had nowhere to put the shawl in windy weather, making it all the more likely to be swiped away like the sand Mable busied herself with.
Mable watched the girl chase the shawl, enraptured by the thrill of it. But the girl did not get the shawl back as soon as she thought she would, and the fabric kept blowing away every time the girl got just close enough to it. Grinning, Mable stood up and ran towards the escaping shawl to aid the other girl. Her efforts were not useless, but she was hindered slightly by giggles she could not suppress as she imagined how silly she and the girl might look to any by standers.
"Faster, faster!" she yelled happily to the other girl, "we almost had it that time! Come on, again!"
There was no other word to describe what she was feeling; not one she knew, anyway. The ocean, the water, the sand, the wind, the life. It was like nothing the young girl had ever seen before. She felt as though she could wander the sandy expanse for years and still learn something new about it the next day.
From where Mable sat now, she was close enough to the water to be able to clearly hear it crashing angrily against the beach, but far enough away to not risk getting wet. Of course, this instead meant she'd be dealing with sand in her dress and shoes for the next week at least, but dirt and grime was something the girl was accustomed to. And anyway, it was too nice out here to stay inside a second longer.
Perhaps nice wasn't the word for it. Fresh fit better, she thought after a moment. It was too fresh out. It was morning time, and the world was clean after the storm, but it was still windy to display how recently it had ended. The world was too fresh to stay inside.
Such a thing was a matter of personal opinion, of course. Some people couldn't handle lively weather and whipping winds like this. Not Mable of course; she thrived here, laughed as a gust blew her thick ponytail one was and then the other like a cow's tail, fisting sand and tossing it up just to watch it be stolen away and scattered. Some people wore shawls that were entirely unnecessary, and only realized this after leaving the house and had nowhere to put the shawl in windy weather, making it all the more likely to be swiped away like the sand Mable busied herself with.
Mable watched the girl chase the shawl, enraptured by the thrill of it. But the girl did not get the shawl back as soon as she thought she would, and the fabric kept blowing away every time the girl got just close enough to it. Grinning, Mable stood up and ran towards the escaping shawl to aid the other girl. Her efforts were not useless, but she was hindered slightly by giggles she could not suppress as she imagined how silly she and the girl might look to any by standers.
"Faster, faster!" she yelled happily to the other girl, "we almost had it that time! Come on, again!"
