Here Comes The Sun...

Early on the morning of June 14, my sisters and I awoke to enjoy breakfast on the beach. Our original  plan was to take a light breakfast so we could watch the sun rise across the Gulf of Mexico, but our plans could not have differed more. After making toast and pouring glasses of orange juice, we began our journey to the beach- only to realize the sun was rising away from the gulf. In hopes that our luck would change we sat down, and we began to eat. It seemed perfect, however we soon learned that toast on a beach was not a good idea. Just as the sky began to fill with beautiful crisp oranges and blazing yellows, I heard a loud 'cawing' sound directly above my head. I was mid bite as I slowly looked up from my toast to see a seagull only inches away from my face. I suddenly became paralyzed by my unexplainable fear of birds. When I finally glanced back up, my eyes darted from bird to bird- I was surrounded. As I sat completely frozen, my sisters ran towards the condo, and their toast lay only a few feet away from me. With the panic in me rising, I finally jumped up and ran towards my sisters, barely muffling a scream, as I threw my toast as far as possible in hopes that it would lead the birds away from me. Luckily, we made it off the beach alive but it is a day I will never forget. It will go down in infamy as The Morning of the Toasty Beach.