windy days at the sea

The wind blew,

Strong gusts of sand,

Over the rocks and waves,

Past the shops on the boardwalk,

Past the lifeguards in their fancy gear,

Past my head,

Trying to take me with it.

So I run,

Letting myself be stolen by the wind.

Finally I brace against the wind,

I have traveled far enough.

I must go back now.

I push and push against the wind,

Using all my strength,

Passed the lifeguards in their fancy gear,

Passed the shops on the boardwalk,

Passed the rocks and waves.

Until I reach my blanket.

This is why I love windy days at the beach.

When the sand is in whirlpools,

 controlled by the wind.