Grazing the grassy-green gulf, the sailboat sloshed
slothfully through the gentle ripples crinkling beneath the deck. The
warm and silky water exploded with sparkling emerald-green colors
bleeding into the waves. A hot pepper sun burned the Gulf of Mexico, and
blackened its depths. Our foreheads glistened with sweat building up
star-like beads that floated on top of our skin. The world around us
went up in a tornado of blurs as we headed to infinity and beyond. An
everlasting ribbon of wake rolled out behind us, leaving a curling trail
of water. A relaxing wave crashed down on everyone aboard.
“It’s so calming to be out on the water,” my mom sighed.
I had to concur; the gulf was motionless and hushed. I closed my eyes as
I felt the warm breeze paint my face.
Plop! The boat went still on the creamy water as the silver steel anchor
planted itself in a mound of sand. I rose off the deck and planted my
feet on the edge of the sailboat’s front. My eyes caught a dolphin in
the distance weaving in and out of waves like a spaceship sewing the
atmosphere with a line of fire. I sprang into the sticky air, holding my
breath. 3, 2, 1 and I was submerged in a thicket of bubbles scrambled in
my hair. The bloated boat was magnified underneath me as I whirled up to
the surface. As I re-entered the world above me, water trickled down my
I swam to the shoreline a few strokes away. My toes plunged into the
sand as I slid up the beach brewing with a braid of seaweed. I noticed
how the water licked the shore and lapped up perfect specks of shells
gluing like stickers to the ground. We trudged through the spider web of
rainbow shells, which crackled beneath my feet, beaming in violet hues,
folded and crunched like an accordion lying on the island. I picked up a
swirling snail shell, which I thought was an appealing sight, and I
praised myself for the find. I then heard an astonished gasp interrupt
the silence of the beach a few moments later, and I abruptly turned to
face the commotion to see my mom holding up a miniature round orb.
“It’s perfect!” she whispered as she gazed at the whole sand dollar in
We all ogled in amusement. Never before had I seen such a perfect sand
dollar. The sweaty shell clasped in my hand seemed futile against the
striking appearance of the bleach-white sand dollar. I stared into the
opening of the swirled, and ice cream like, shell. I peered into the
black hole stretching to infinity and beyond. I tossed the shell into
the feathery dune grass and joined in with the others gathered around
the star sand dollar.