By the time they left the restaurant, dusk had began to set in.
Not far from the restaurant was the beach. Far away, the sea and the sky merged into a line, a corner of the sky blushed by the sunset's afterglow, fading from light red, to light purple, then deep purple in successive layers, painting the sea and the beach a deep purple as well. Adding the staggering row of palm trees by the beach brought back memories for Helen Blair of a painting she had once seen in a calendar, a long time ago.
The natural scenery was breathtaking, beyond what any special effects or manual labor could ever hope to replicate its wondrous beauty.
Helen slowly made her way out into the open, the ground beneath her feet becoming soft. It didn't take long before she was stepping on fine sand.
Walking with heels sinking into the sand proved difficult, Helen decided to simply take off her shoes, holding them in her hand as she took a barefoot stroll on the beach.