Mukilteo Beach
The sun glittering off the waters of the bay, framing the ferries as they make their temporary trails in the ever-shifting waves. We walk on the sand the grainy residue of ancient granite mountains, balancing one foot at a time on the rounded beach rocks, being careful to avoid stepping in the tide pools that lurk in each sanded bowl depression of the land-bound boulders. Stooping to look at the tide pools, we spy the tiny sparkle of glittering fry as they dart by, hiding behind the feathery sea 
anemones. The pools are teaming with a variety of sea life, scuttling little crabs darting away as the rocks are shifted, the leathery rough skin of the sea stars dining on black, iridescent mussels, a prickly sea cucumber swelling when touched to appear larger, and the elusive sea slug, putting its land bound relative to shame with its vibrant colors of yellow, red, and white. The shadow of a seagull soaring on the currents of the wind passes over the pool, and the Sand Pipers run by agitating the sand fleas that form clouds hovering 
over the sand. The dogs, running, urging their people leashed to them to run faster, the birds, the waves, the very air is exciting to them. Couples stop to laugh at the dogs with their wet smelly fur and sandy noses, and children run into the ever-frigid waters of the Puget Sound squealing at the shock of cold. 
The very thin and old folk huddle in their coats while sitting at the picnic tables reading books and guarding the lunches from the ever-greedy gulls. Over our heads, the sounds of flapping kites waft in the breezes. Some proud-tailed kites sail as skillfully as the gulls. Some kites threaten to dive to the ground afraid of each gusty draft, tails spiraling in defeat. We walk, smelling the sea and tasting the salt in the air, rejuvenated by the walk on Mukilteo Beach.
The sun glittering off the waters of the bay, framing the ferries as they make their temporary trails in the ever-shifting waves. We walk on the sand the grainy residue of ancient granite mountains, balancing one foot at a time on the rounded beach rocks, being careful to avoid stepping in the tide pools that lurk in each sanded bowl depression of the land-bound boulders. Stooping to look at the tide pools, we spy the tiny sparkle of glittering fry as they dart by, hiding behind the feathery sea 
anemones. The pools are teaming with a variety of sea life, scuttling little crabs darting away as the rocks are shifted, the leathery rough skin of the sea stars dining on black, iridescent mussels, a prickly sea cucumber swelling when touched to appear larger, and the elusive sea slug, putting its land bound relative to shame with its vibrant colors of yellow, red, and white. The shadow of a seagull soaring on the currents of the wind passes over the pool, and the Sand Pipers run by agitating the sand fleas that form clouds hovering 
over the sand. The dogs, running, urging their people leashed to them to run faster, the birds, the waves, the very air is exciting to them. Couples stop to laugh at the dogs with their wet smelly fur and sandy noses, and children run into the ever-frigid waters of the Puget Sound squealing at the shock of cold. 
The very thin and old folk huddle in their coats while sitting at the picnic tables reading books and guarding the lunches from the ever-greedy gulls. Over our heads, the sounds of flapping kites waft in the breezes. Some proud-tailed kites sail as skillfully as the gulls. Some kites threaten to dive to the ground afraid of each gusty draft, tails spiraling in defeat. We walk, smelling the sea and tasting the salt in the air, rejuvenated by the walk on Mukilteo Beach.
Very descriptive!
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