A day on the Beach

This piece was actually a school assignment to "write a picture". While this particular day took place a while back, it lives on as memory today.

The wind and sand chapped our skin as we stood on the beach. We had come for a family photo shoot, but we ended up with something much greater. Everyone was dressed in white shirts and jeans, matching like some family from a catalog. Unlike those families frozen forever on high-gloss paper, we were alive.
Everyone seemed to find a better occupation than just a standard pose. If you had been there, you would have known why. The warm colors of the pattering waves called out to us, beckoning us to come near and frolic with them, if for just a little while. Grains of sand gathered on the bottom of our feet, and up our legs where our rolled up jeans revealed them. The kite, perhaps the most magical of all, passed from person to person, hand to hand, never quite allowing the strength of the wind to prevail against it. Then, there was the camera. It clicked over and over again, not to snap a model picture but rather a glimpse of us as were.
When I drew it out, I left out the people, the camera, and the chaos. I simply sketched the beach and the kite. Everything else was a part of the day, but the kite and the beach made the memory.