Some days are super boring, where you either have a whole bunch of stuff to do but you don't want to anything or where you have nothing to do and can't think of anything else to do. Well that is what is currently my mood, but that is bound to change. I've already taken my accounting midterm and it seemed a bit easier that I thought, I don't see what people are so stressed about. Then later this evening I'm having a business law midterm which I've studied for partially and intended to study for some time during work from those quick study guides that we have at the story. If only I can remember what the test will be covering.
Made some more prints yesterday, some of them however, in my opinion turned out terrible; others might think otherwise. I actually went to bed early yesterday and that means that I owe you guys two stories today. Even though right now I don't feel like writing one.
"Hey" is for horses.
The sun is rising from out of the water and the rays dance on the bouncing waves. The sky is lighting up with warmth. On a beach not so far away you sit and gaze at this spectacular view of the morning sun. Catching it getting up and ready for the up coming day. The waves hit the beach in an ever so calm melody.
You have brought breakfast with you, so you take it out of the little basket to enjoy. You have some toast and strawberry jam, a thermos full of rich warm coffee, a juicy apple and oatmeal cookies. You spread the jam on the ever so crisp piece of toast and you can barely hear the knife scraping at the surface as you spread. The seeds of the strawberries are littered across the piece of toast, stuck in the jelly substance that is made up of sugar and strawberry mush.
You set down your piece of toast on a plate which is on a plaid wool blanket. You grab the thermos, open the cap and unscrew the lid. An energizing smell of the Colombian coffee bursts towards your nostrils as you inhale the aromatic goodness. You breath is deep and the aroma is strong. You pour some into the cap, and use it as a make-shift cup. The liquid is hot and so you blow on it before taking the first sip. The taste hits your tongue in a rush of heat and goes down your throat and warms you up on this slightly chilly morning.
The sun is now finally out of the water and it starts to climb the sky slowly but quite visibly. You take another sip and pick up the toast with the jam. The smell of strawberry is as strong as the smell of the coffee. You take a bite out of the toast and the crunch is heard all around. Ha, so the toast is still nice and crisp, whatever can be better than that. You finish your toast and rummage through the basket for the apple and oatmeal cookies you put in before you left. You find the apple, all yellow and red, it fits perfectly in your hand. You take a bite from it and the taste is so fresh and sweet. Maybe just too sweet, it should belong in a tart.
You eat finish the apple in a few minutes while watching the waves beat against the sand. The sun still an orange color, reflects on the waves and lands on the sandy beach. The sky is now also a warm yellow orange color with the deep blue of the night sky disappearing. The moon is still partially out and is climbing away along with the night sky. All it wants to do is see the sun for a bit until it goes to sleep for the day.
All that is left of the apple is it's core with a few seeds. You collect the seeds into your palm and put them in your pocket, they will come in handy later. You dispose of the core by currently placing it in your basket in a brown paper bag. In exchange you take out the oatmeal cookies that are still wrapped in their protective plastic. You unwrap the first cookie and it is nice and soft. The first bite is so chewy and so is the last.
You finally finish your beach "breakfast" before the runners go by. You see them coming up in the distance as if they are a herd migrating across the beach to their final destination. You pack up your stuff and collect the trash that you have generated from the morning. You fold up the blanket and beat away the excess sand in the wool. You place it over the top of the basket and start to walk towards home.
As you get to higher ground the wind slightly picks up. You turn around to get one last look at the sunrise over the sea. You think you see something on the water, but without your glasses and the sun in your eyes you can't tell what it is. You say to yourself that it's nothing, and continue to head home, throwing your trash away in the closest garbage bin. When you get home you'll see what the weatherman is promising for later.
You finally get home, placing the basket on the coffee table. You take off your jacket, check if anyone has called, and flip on the television. There is a breaking news story, and by the looks of it something was found on a beach. You decide to listen in since the weather report is coming up anyways. The report says that a body has washed up on the beach and that a group of runners found it. The body is mangled from being in the sea and bloated with water. They don't say who the victim is but as you take a closer look, you see that is where you were sitting not so long ago, eating your breakfast and watching the sun get up.
You wonder why this would happen on a day that started out so beautifully.
THE END.
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