Relaxing by the Sea

The transitional seasons were the best. Late spring or early autumn, those times when the weather was warm and bright, wIthout the groundquakes and heavy rainfall of the heat season.
Another wave came in, splashing against Palu's bare feet. The Zugzaspo sea was rather quiet today, the waves were low and swooshing softly. A soothing sound. She liked sitting on the shore, just where the land met the sea. Where the warm rust-red sand slowly turned into soft mud and she could feel the whole spectrum of it below her body.
The cry of a sailwing caught her attention. She leaned back to watch the insect glide across the sky. Such a majestic creature.
Somewhere to her left two kids had spotted it, too, excitedly pointing it out to their parents. Palu closed her eyes for a moment, just listening to the noise of the other people. The impact of feet jumping on the sand, the small grunts of effort and occasional cheering from the slingball game to the far right. The quiet beeps of the old lady's reading pad behind her. A father and son discussing the architectural details of their sand castle. Someone slurping a drink. The humming of a sports watercraft in the distance.
And of course, the numerous voices out there in the water. Come to think of it, Palu felt like going for a swim herself. So she pushed herself up and stepped out across the shoreline, until her feet lost contact with the sandy ground. Until she was floating weightlessly, embraced by the sea.
What a great way to spend her day off.