The Dance of the Sea Rays of orange evening sunlight flew down the coastline,taking a calm breeze and charming birdcalls along. A stripof street, shimmering into the sunset glow, separated the sea from generalhumanity; vehicles in a rainbow of colors rushed down it, in a hurry to returnhome to their families. A thick, tall layer of green grass ran downthe roadside, hiding the ocean from drivers’ view. The sky above was painteda rich, vivid and soothing violet, dotted with heaps of fluffy pastelclouds, as the sea danced. The water rose into frothy white crests, then fell,crashing to the shore, though it scared not a soul, dancing like itdid each night, dancing as if it would never stop. The scent of salty sea airbecame intertwined with the sugary smell of ice cream in a thousand flavors,drifting from a renowned café back on regular land. The tide disappeared again, creating a pathway forthe last few humans left on the beach to dissipate. And dissipatethey did, laughing, and sprinting up the golden sand dunes that glimmeredin the twilight, until the seaside paradise was empty except for its naturalinhabitants. The ocean came in again, drenching forgotten shellsthat had been collected by small children, and breadcrumbs thathadn’t been swept up; the water threw them into the sea, giving the lostitems a fresh start among the crabs with their mighty pincers and the twisting,winding stalks of forest-green seaweed. The sky was darkening at a rapidpace; within an hour it would be pitch black, and the sparkling, silverstars would begin to appear. But before then, in the last moments of dusk,the world was tranquil and silent, except for the dance and crashof the waves.