White seagulls glide swiftly across the crashing waves. Playful children tackle an splash each other with the salty, eye-stinging sea water. Rows and rows of rainbow colored umbrellas litter the entire beach. The blinding afternoon light streaks acros the golden sand, burning the unprepared vacationers. The light peeks it's way into the hard-to-find shade. The clashing waves collides with the noisy children. The laughter I children erupts in the water and echoes throughout the beach. The cry of seagulls fills the air along with the other birds. How many people come to this very spot every year. Tybee island persuades me to come back to these relaxing waters again next year. Summer. Summer. Summer.