4:36 pm I made a sandcastle near the womb of the azure sea with the youthful sands, infested colours and aloft hopes. Some yellow beams were embedding my heavenward castle but the flow tides were struggling to abut the drawbridge and to dismantle the portcullis before ebbing away. But they did fail terribly and I laughed hard while looking at those hopeless tides.
5:01 pm Those beams of sunset were turning into orange like the feathers of a Baltimore Oriole. And then I found some sea crabs near the bailey of my castle. Some were golden and some were little red like the husk of some raspberries. They entered into the castle without opening the sliding gate. I became little upset but my guests were too cute and poetic to be ignored like those menaces and gordian chaos of reality. They appeared.. they disappeared ...they appeared.... And then they disappeared again before my not-so-excitable hospitality. But those flow tides were still struggling to kiss my castle.
5:58 pm Those rays turned red without hurrying and I was becoming high on the metaphors to scribble about the overgrown sun and those fragments of sunset which were scattering on a corner of the sea and the seawater was no more looking blue. The water was looking red as someone threw the vermilion bottle of my mother on the stillness of water. Then I saw a golden crab near my castle. I chuckled and enjoyed the scenario with my swerved eyes and tipsy soul. Suddenly a flow tide came and tore down the battlements of the castle. I was standing near the paradox to scribble about that castle, sea crabs and sunset while personifying the arrow loops of a sandcastle.
The winds at the sea Dancing with such a grace. The seagulls are flying with a slower pace. There is chaos around But not much of noise. The sand grains grooving at the pace of tortoise. The distant waters are making some sound. The atmosphere carries some sort of haze. I think the waves and the shore are going to embrace.