Flowers on the Sand

Something about today’s weather just happened to draw her outside… the beach may not be the best place to sit and read, but one could get by if the right preparations were set in place.

With a gentle pace, Eve walked down to the sandy beach with a notebook in a bag situated over her shoulder. An embroidered umbrella and rolled up mat found themselves snug under her arms as she moved, strands of hair lightly swaying behind her. She made sure to pull her hair back in a loose style to avoid the heat as much as possible, as the humidity was likely going to be enough to make her wish she was not out to brave the shore.

Still, she slowly made her way across the sand, scouring the space beyond her old spectacles.

She happily decided upon a flat space, free of any debris or water that might splash over the banks. With a sigh, she rolled out her little mat and shoved the stake of the umbrella into the sand so that she could get started with her task at hand… some ideas she could cultivate from brain to paper.

All good artists knew their crafts… and the next set of floral arrangements would be no different… but there needed to be a muse. Perhaps there was no real way for her to force anything to wash up in her thoughts, like items from the ocean to the shore, but there was a way to get her mind moving.

Eve carefully brought out a pen from her bag and set its ink companion close by while she began to map out an idea.  A mangee soon found its way next to the inkwell to offer a little more company.

The petals of a wild rose took shape, along with that of a yellow pansy. The soft, wavy edges turned about like the seas' own clambering waves on the shore. A soft inhale and sigh brought the smell of the salty air, and another sketch of blue delphinium.

Whether any ideas would come to fruition were not of any true importance, but a day of simple relaxation and time to clear the air was promptly desired instead.

END. 370 Words.