Beaches

 word count goal - 200

The sky was an icy blue, not a cloud to be seen. The waves crashed against the jagged cliffs of Portugal's West side. The rock formations cast gentle shadows across the pure white sand. The soft rush of the tides made the atmosphere of the beach… perfect.

It was a typical Friday in the humble country-side of Portugal. I glanced to my left. My sister jumped and when the tide reached her toes, "Eeek!" she squealed with delight. 
"Hey, Maja! Do you wanna run down to the other side of the beach?" 
She stopped digging in the sand and looked up, "Yes, I'll race you."
I knew she just wanted to have fun. I thought to myself, 'And I am sure to win!' 
"Go!" I yelled over the roar of the ocean. We ran like the wind. The breeze caught my hair and buffeted it to a lion's mane. Our feet left soft prints in the pale sand. I was many strides ahead of Maja. But, all that mattered was having fun.

Once we got to the other side, we were both heaving for breaths. The beach was scattered with huge polished rocks. 
"It looks like those boulders fell from the cliff." I said, without looking up.
She nodded, "Let's we find some stones in the water."
I was already doing that. The stones glistened like gems in the crystal waters.