The Breezy Beach

The Breezy Beach
     The beach that at the end of our street is part of the Bay of Bengal. The Bay of Bengal connects to the Indian Ocean.  Our beach is called Breezy Beach.  The name tells the truth; it is fantastically windy.   
     Every evening I go to the beach with my dad and my sister. Sometimes my mom comes but mostly she does not come. I sometimes go in the water. The waves are pretty big.  Other times, I build sand castles and find clams and call one Mr. K and the other one Mrs. Q.  Mrs. Q and Mr. K try to get away when you put them in water and you see their foot.  The clams are longer, more brightly colored, thinner and smoother, than the ones that are found in Connecticut.  
     The crabs here look a little strange. Their eyes are directly one top of their head.  The crabs are sand-colored and they dig holes in the sand.  They are everywhere.  I like to run on the beach and chase the really big crabs.  They run away into the water.  They are super fast.  
     People throw plastic garbage bags of flowers into the ocean.  My dad thinks it's a funeral ritual but we're not quite sure.  
      Breezy Beach is connected to a walkway that is called the Breezy Beach Walkway. There are puppies on the walkway but mostly we see people on the Breezy Beach Walkway.  They are running, sitting, walking, bicycling and doing yoga. There are lots of street dogs on the Breezy Beach Walkway.  They look like they are exercising too except the dogs are not bicycling or doing yoga.  
     There are always interesting things happening on Breezy Beach and its walkway.  

Clio 

10/17/08