May 5th 2013 Sonja and Open. Ocean Beach Early Afternoon Sonja is collecting shells on the beach as more people start to arrive at the beach.
When one things of the Beach they think of a hot sunny day, not an overcast slightly cold day – like the one that was today. The sun was hidden behind the overcast clouds and the wind blowing the cold ocean air inland made Sonja shiver though she wore her sweater. She walked barefooted through the sand, her blue eyes scanning for shells if any had washed ashore. Ocean Beach was quite popular especially with the surfing. The waves were good enough but not large enough to catch the “big” one.
Stopping she bent over and picked up a partially broken shell and placed it in her basket. She was dressed in a ankle length white skirt with a purple shirt. She did wear jewelry of all kinds, especially her family heirloom that once belonged to her father. Her mother told her the story of her father’s family from what he told her, before he died. The young witch stopped walking and looked out towards the Pacific, she was two when her dad died but she remembered his laugh and his eyes. The rest was fading like an old words on a page.
Her random thoughts were broken when she heard someone yelling watch out and a ball went flying a few inches from her head. Putting her hand to her chest, that was close. She went over to the ball that was rolling towards the sea and picked it up before tossing it to the man. “Careful next time.” She said before continuing on her way down, it seemed that the beach was starting to get busy, despite the overcast day.