The salt water brushed onto the moist sand,
Leaving behind watery suds.
The waves make a bubbling sound going in and out of the rocks.
The golden yellow sea shell is partly buried under the sand.
It has a spiral on the top like a chocolate/vanilla twist.
It continues down the spin until it comes to a gentle stop.
It lies next to a large brown rock covered in barnacles.
Footprints are next to it, left from the teenagers that were swimming earlier.
The quiet harbor is empty now, without the giggling teens, or screaming toddlers.
The only sound is the waves going in and out of the rocks,
but that will change when the beach shells return.