Coconut Grove you think you just fell out of a coconut tree?

You exist in the context of all in which you live and what came before you.

The sand shifted weightlessly beneath bi-coloured paws.

Sun shining overhead, waves drawing in, close to the trail he left behind on the damp sand, then retreating back to their homeland: the ocean. A seagull cawed from the bright, clear sky, and Kraai looked up, squinting against the light. His tail flicked.

Continuing onwards as the white-noise of the tide played in the background, his dark figure stood out, a clear dot against the otherwise pale terrain. His paws, though, a shade of dirty-blonde that looked as if the sand had stuck and become intertwined with his pelt. Growing warmer, the boy peered at the ocean.

He was quick to pad forwards, bringing his paws into the water, allowing it to lap at his fur. He walked further in, feeling the water grasp at his arms, his tail. Further in, where he came to a stop, it had raised to graze against his stomach. The lad enjoyed the cool saltiness of the water for a moment. Watching as the currents ebbed and flowed.

Quiet, watchful, and--even if only momentarily--at peace.