I hollowed out a little place in the sand for my bottom and flopped down in my makeshift beach chair, wrapping golden arms around oiled legs. Only the strongest waves reached my toes. The warm salt water lapped gently up the white sand, foaming before gliding into the waiting gulf. A pelican dove from the cloudless sky, broke the surface of the sea and resumed its flight across the horizon, presumably with dinner in beak.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and let a thousand years worth of disintegrated quartz support me. My fingers worked their way into the sand enjoying the rough texture and temperature change as they dug deeper. The sun bounced off the emerald water lending an iridescent glow to everything it touched, even the insides of my eyelids. Its heat soaked through my skin, into my tired muscles and finally reached my bones.
Someday that’s all that will be left of me. Bones, bleached as white as the fragments on which I lie. And in time, those too will be gone, broken down by nature into grainsized pieces. Perhaps, in another thousand years, a weary soul will stretch out upon my warmth as I’m washed ashore by an infinity of foaming salty waves.