Lazy Late-Summers' Sunday

The shrill screech of the alarm clock fills the air in my room. I slam the alarm and the sound makes way for my first thought: “This is not how a relaxing Sunday starts.” I emerge from the house on to the back veranda; which is basking in the sun. It bakes my weary bones as I awaken. Despite the sun, there is a cool breeze that is just shy of cold. I step on the grass and the icy dew creeps between my toes sending chills up to my legs. The breeze is trying desperately to dislodge the leaves that are the colour of fire after a long dry summer. As I crunch through the leaves under the low hanging grape vines the dogs bark excitedly, still fresh from the nights repose. I lazily collapse onto the piles of leaves, popping the grapes one by one in between my teeth. The clouds dissolve into the blue sky as I watch from my bed in the garden. I can feel I am in for a beautiful day at the beach with my friends.
The wind attacks my ears as the car crests the hill on the way to the beach. As the car struggles over the hill the blue sky explodes back into the car having disappeared from view. The car is filled with excited chatter about the girls that are going to be at the beach. The radio presenter who muffles in between the chatter reports on the swells. They are said to be reaching six feet tall. I feel my nerves tatter as I think of the sheer size of such a wave, I have never surfed such a big wave. Huge waves are like giants imposing their will on you as you try to conquer them. “Waves and girls are all we could ask for!” I am informed by Kyle next to me
Silver sand scorches our feet as we make our way across the sand. The grains attempt to break away from the crowd by clinging to my feet to a place unknown. Their efforts are fruitless as I wade through the water and my feet are cooled and cleansed by the fresh ocean. The waves crash on the shore in an eternal to and fro. I lie down listening to the chatter and the waves’ swishing. As I drift into a sleeplike state of