-Beach my paternal grandfather spent most of his childhood.
Excitement overwhelmed his heart, like a three-year-old hopping up and down in his seat on the way to summer beach. As he accelerated the highway and began going through town, his anticipation grew. Sunlight reflected by the windows welcomed his family and glistened into his eyes. Heat waves from the concrete licked at the car tires as he escaped the furiously hot city of Gyeseong. When he was almost at the destination, a bridge loomed, and he was in such a hurry to cross it. Through the shiny window glass, he saw the blue-green waters, reflecting like a mirror to the sky. His heart palpitated with a shout; he arrived at paradise.
With the bridge behind him he could see the splashing waters below, and his toes itched to dig into the warm sand. Pressing his fingers to the window, he could feel the sun-rays warming his fingers.
He took towels and sunglasses down to the beach that were all he needed. He walked practically skipping with joy, as soon as his toes hit the sand he stopped and felt the texture with his toes. The waves were sloshing against the shore and everywhere the sun reflected from the sand blinding him. Families congregated lying under beach parasols while his sister and him ran through the tides giggling and pressing their tiny feet into the sinking sand. The frothy water tickled his toes as he waded out the waves. They soon tried to knock him down crashing around his legs furiously. He swam out deeper and soon got a mouth full of saltwater; choking he started to look around, his mom’s arm snatched him up.
He was distracted by the horizon, the sky that seemed to be swallowing up all the water. He yearned to swim all the way to it like a child he imagined he would be able to touch the sky. For a while his family swam around day, dreaming until our empty bellies reminded of them of lunchtime.
With the bridge behind him he could see the splashing waters below, and his toes itched to dig into the warm sand. Pressing his fingers to the window, he could feel the sun-rays warming his fingers.
He took towels and sunglasses down to the beach that were all he needed. He walked practically skipping with joy, as soon as his toes hit the sand he stopped and felt the texture with his toes. The waves were sloshing against the shore and everywhere the sun reflected from the sand blinding him. Families congregated lying under beach parasols while his sister and him ran through the tides giggling and pressing their tiny feet into the sinking sand. The frothy water tickled his toes as he waded out the waves. They soon tried to knock him down crashing around his legs furiously. He swam out deeper and soon got a mouth full of saltwater; choking he started to look around, his mom’s arm snatched him up.
He was distracted by the horizon, the sky that seemed to be swallowing up all the water. He yearned to swim all the way to it like a child he imagined he would be able to touch the sky. For a while his family swam around day, dreaming until our empty bellies reminded of them of lunchtime.