Wet from the cool, morning dew, the beach gradually dried up, whitening with loose sand with small-sized, multi-colored blotches. Seagulls flew from the sea left confused hieroglyphs of traces at the edge of the water, immediately washed off by incoming waves.
The summer morning was gaining strength, warming up the sparkling ripples of the sea, the sandy shore and, ringing the cries of seagulls, the air. Soon the beach will be filled with vacationers, and another summer day will give people a good mood and a bouquet of delightful sensations.