This was the life they should be living, always...

They whipped through invigorating sprays of salt and bolts of wind in the morning Washed Denim sky, themselves streaks of White Baby Corn Blonde and Candy Apple Brunette. This was their last Blueberry morning together on the island and they were ferry bound to make the most of it.

The near empty boat docked and rocked against the coast as the two windswept sisters debarked. There was a world to explore; a Jurassic Park of jellyfish and sand crabs.

Tall wisps of beach grass blew east- natural arrows pointing toward a narrow boardwalk. They followed the cerused serpentine path over hill and dune, deep into a forest that seemed to duplicate itself with every Olivine unveiling. In a fairytale, bread crumbs could've given them a reverse option but the path continued to split and force fast venturesome decisions. Forward motion brought them to breathtaking rays of Sable Glittered Sand.

They ran as fast as they could to the Twinkling Turquoise Tide. There before them was galaxy of Vanilla Clam Shells- a sea of Sparkling Brides before them. Running endlessly picking them up they made haphazard stacks against their chests. Before Beauty could fully set in, thusly came the Beast. From nowhere- a fiercely shaken Etch-a-Sketch, a Coal Blackboard spread cross the sky broken by White Chalk zips of lightening. Two girls gathered the last of the shells and ran between Diamond Teardrops of Rain on wet Pancake Batter sand.

They ran to the dock but had not made it in time for the ferry which stoutly sped away toward the other coast under Ashen watch.

What luck! An ice cream stand!

Under cover of Red Seersucker awning they sat listening to the pitter patter of iced summer rain, enjoying icy scoops of Pistachio and Cookie Dough, waiting for the storm to pass and the boat return.

Summer is an Eternal Pearlescent Childhood,

A Treasury of Shells,

and all in the details.