Today I wish the ocean over here.
for strolling with the waves I shopping.
hum slow the cars through the intersection, dancing on the rippling waves that travel around each other, swinging wildly at each other and occasionally saucy sparkling diamond drop spray.
It is green and I wade through the shallow warm water. The exuberant, playful waves
jump on my legs up and ocher sand swirling clouds around my bare legs.
On the other side of the street is the walk. roll from the street long wave bands rock approach and the grass the green belt in rich, almost majestic moves up and down.
The sand is expressed warm between my toes when I walk down the footpath. Small colorful schools of fish between the waving grass and take me a bit curious, until I lose interest. The sun casts dancing reflections of light on the light sandy soil. Here and there a shell sticking out of the sand and the next moment from the road approaching buried flushing sand to be spun out to short again.
later I get a short Watgang the parking lot of the supermarket. Quiet he lies there, sparkling and glistening in the bright sunlight. Bright fish in fast perfect synchronization in the shallow water back and forth, while hungry seagulls circling above them.
stand at the entrance to some abandoned shopping trolley back and forth in the way: the fine sand blocking the wheels. On the metal struts have some water snails homely furnished and rock have their fine filtering hairs on the gentle current.
I enter the supermarket.
surge gorgeous coat stands at the flowered apron dresses with bright red jellyfish about the bet. Strikingly beautiful jellyfish float between the sublime coat stands and give this year's collection of summer hats to those same compassionate and superior view, the women they think less attractive conspecifics have left. And of course they look stunning.
I take my eyes turn away from the sea beauties and get on stand by for delicatessen, where the squid is a sumptuous seafood salad eyed with suspicion throws. A light film of olive oil on the water doing here and I move on quickly.
rages In the beverage department of the wild life. Colourful corals populate the stack of beverage dispensers and beer crates. Between them romp no less colorful fish in all shapes and patterns. In a dark corner, between the vodka bottles, drives around a moray eel and is situated away from the hustle bustle of the alert, persevering on that one of the happy porpoises in his exuberance imprudently beyond trust too far.
I take a bottle of apple juice (and to be careful here, do not burn me at the stinging cells of an anemone) and move on. A post-returnable bottles over rocks, but I do not notice more quickly and wade in the household goods over.
I do my shopping. A walrus is driving past on an ironing board, outraged it holds a frozen trout in its mouth. I show him the department with the microwave ovens.
Of the subjects come from a cold air stream that the whole fruit and vegetables line of easy-on and drives over from swinging. Gently swaying in the cool water the potted parsley.
have the area in front of the ticket formed true sandbanks of flour, meal and rice, stir in the turbid water, as my bare feet wade through the slippery substance. Small crabs crawl around and look startled diligently behind the protective glass cucumber.
I wait until my gedümpelt is purchasing goods over the band, pay into the fund
wet and go home.
