John Elijah Dema-ala

AT BEACH



I recall that we set up camp on the beach for the night as the sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the sandy coastlines in a warm glow. We gathered around a roaring bonfire, the perfect lullaby supplied by the repetitive sound of waves smashing on the shore. We ate roasted fish, told stories, and enjoyed the calming sound of the water while the stars twinkled overhead. The soft breeze that brought the aroma of saltwater as the night grew darker served as a reminder of the peace and beauty of the natural world. We said goodbye to the beach, leaving behind footprints in the sand and memories inscribed in our hearts, as morning broke, coloring the sky in shades of pink and orange.

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