a Creative Narrative

Walking along the shore of Arcachon on this warm fall day i notice a large fort sitting in the open dunes. Through a small window i notice there are people inside and i can see through one of the openings as i get closer that there are three, two teenage boys sitting on a couch and a younger girl lying on the floor. Any other day this gray structure would have blended into the sandy dunes but i'm feeling particularly serene today and so i just took in my whole environment. This shelter felt like a place one can only find if they seek it. I decide to enter the fort. As i do the kids are leaving out of the other door and i worry that i had intruded, but it is apparent that they just simply found something else to do. The space is comfortable and inviting. It is a place to be alone, but still part of the nature around you. I can still feel the sand and hear the ocean clearly. The sun enters through the openings and the small window but does not intrude. A cool breeze filters through, shifting the fabric of the walls and ceiling, but not dangerously so. It is a shelter to gather one's thoughts momentarily in solitude, or stop to sit leisurely with friends as the children before me had been doing. After a moments observation i was on my way down the beach again, excited about my new discovery...