The purple beach

"What do you think?"

Astonished by what she saw before her all she could do was laugh.

"What's so funny? Don't you like it? I thought you liked the beach, so I thought I would bring the beach to you.

Dejected and saddened by her reaction he starts to walk away.

'OH! So that's what it is.... I don't think you realize that you painted the dirt purple Haha"

Lost in her own laughter the man turns around and bends down and touches the purple dirt.

"Oh well yellow , purple same thing. Now come let's have a sand castle building competition"

Convinced and touched by his effort she takes off her shoes and plants herself down next to the gentleman. Her thoughts of her life and reality fade as she is engulfed with each wonder, he makes for her. Grabbing clumps of dirt and piling them one by one on top of each other the pile begins to get bigger. She suddenly stops and looks at his progress noticing his is exponentially smaller yet he has stopped piling and has started designing.

" If you don't pile more I'll win"

Enjoying herself thoroughly

"I already have a big enough pile, I don't need to add more" he states

"But it's a sand castle competition, sand castles are meant to be big"

she states not quite sure of his impending response. Her words once rained absolute within her mind, yet have been transformed with each encounter and she begins to question her current statements.

"Who said a sandcastle has to be big? Sand is the material and castle is the object being designed. A castle is a building where royalty live, royalty could live here. I'm sure some monarchs have lived in less."

Not another word was spoken that afternoon just two clumps of dirt piles with the title of 'castle.'