Post by Irene Karlsen on Aug 20, 2017 12:05:51 GMT -5
An unlikely visitor stood on the sand, hoping to learn precisely why people found the beach enjoyable. Irene stared out to the ocean, as the waves grew more violent than when they had arrived. Humankind had explored less than 5% of the oceans, and what was known of it gave the impression of a treacherous, deadly place. What could lurk in that unexplored 95% was not something worth considering. Irene would not go into the ocean, partially due to being fully clothed at the moment, but just as much because it promised to be an unpleasant experience, even without the weather factoring in. This was certainly not the reason.
The sky had clouded to a degree, eliminating the factor of the sun's heat for the most part, which suited her quite well. The sun's rays were hazardous if one remained in them for too long, and the heat was nothing more than an inconvenience. While in her usual clothing, its effects would be felt more strongly, and in the temperature-controlled realm of her shop, its effects were nonexistent. This was certainly not the reason people found it enjoyable.
The sun and sea eliminated, one factor remained. The sand was something she was entirely indifferent on. It caused neither inconvenience nor enjoyment. It was simply there. From what she knew, there was a use for it, however. Reaching into the pocket of her overalls, Irene slipped on her work gloves. She took a bucket from the stand and crouched. Placing sand in the bucket, she filled it as if she were a machine constructed for putting sand in buckets. She set it down on the sand, then lifted it. A sand cylinder, of a sort, except more bucket shaped. This was something that was done on visits to the beach.
As mechanically as the first attempt, she repeated the process, as she was joined by another unlikely visitor. "Hello, Ms. Kikaimoto. I am making sand castles."
The sky had clouded to a degree, eliminating the factor of the sun's heat for the most part, which suited her quite well. The sun's rays were hazardous if one remained in them for too long, and the heat was nothing more than an inconvenience. While in her usual clothing, its effects would be felt more strongly, and in the temperature-controlled realm of her shop, its effects were nonexistent. This was certainly not the reason people found it enjoyable.
The sun and sea eliminated, one factor remained. The sand was something she was entirely indifferent on. It caused neither inconvenience nor enjoyment. It was simply there. From what she knew, there was a use for it, however. Reaching into the pocket of her overalls, Irene slipped on her work gloves. She took a bucket from the stand and crouched. Placing sand in the bucket, she filled it as if she were a machine constructed for putting sand in buckets. She set it down on the sand, then lifted it. A sand cylinder, of a sort, except more bucket shaped. This was something that was done on visits to the beach.
As mechanically as the first attempt, she repeated the process, as she was joined by another unlikely visitor. "Hello, Ms. Kikaimoto. I am making sand castles."
