he wrote-

he wrote in the soft, warm, golden sand-

laughing youths smashed the words with their vigor and joy.

he wrote in the cool, moist grey mud-

lapping waves smeared the words slowly and meticulously.

he wrote in the consistent shimmering surf-

water pulsed in and around and held nothing.

he wrote in the dry, frigid air-

whispering winds breathed away the letters.

he wrote in his head-

engraved in the grey matter the story stayed.