Once a year my father takes me to a small unknown beach.

First thing everyone sees is the dull, murky water.

The grains of dirt colored sand,

and broken fragments of seashells littered everywhere.

But if you look a little closern and focus a little harder,

you see the beach I see.

You would see golden sand glowing in the rays of sunlight.

The sea would shimmer like a thousand sapphires.

And the seashells shine like treasures brought by the water.

But when I explain this to my father,

he shakes his head at me.

For his graying hair and old sense of reality,

blinds him from my bright eyed fantasy.