Warm But Cold Hands!

The breeze is flowing past my face with the smell of fresh North side breeze.
The aqua colour surrounding me, sets me mind at ease
The more I walk towards it, it backs off slowly and comes forth rushing by its own free will.
Touching my feet with his warm but cold hands.
Sinking them into the golden white ground.
Dancing around with mammals
Who could only breathe in bitter water?
His dance technique is rough slamming me onto those rocks
I lost my balance within the aqua colour dazzling around my eyes
Sun shining upon this massive area making it lit

Gwen.P