Anisa

14

All Good Things Must Come to an End

Running out to the beach
I dove into the icy water of Lake Michigan.
I swam not thinking about anything,
Not my hungry stomach nor how cold the water was.
I was only focused on swimming.
Left, right, my hands moved in a pattern,
Increasing pace as I went faster.
I stopped in the water and took a peek at the shore.
There were kids my age making sand-castles.
There were more serious adults reading books and of course,
There were those talkative adults, chatting away.
Elderly women could be seen from a distance walking their dogs.
After swimming for more than an hour,
I walked along the shoreline with my mom.
She insisted on buying me strawberry shortcake ice cream
Which was simply delectable.
Eating my ice cream in the beach chair, I watched as the
Waves crashed across the sand so beautifully.
I stood up from my seat and threw my hands in the crisp air.
After all the day would end and so would the fun.
All good things must to come to end.
Now those days are gone
And I am older, wiser.
Now when I go back to the beach,
I see kids eating strawberry shortcakes.
And I just smile to myself.