my ocean

It was the orange sun setting with the patches of purple and yellow sky peeking through and setting around it. It was the still water, and the longboards. The sand casting your skin and the wind tangling my brown hair. My skin burned when I got deeper in the ocean because of my clumsy nicks on my legs. It was my green skirt covered in sand and dipped in the salty water. It was the calcium formed shells in my hands and it was my brother. It was my italian family, and it was the moon.