Free Writing

I choose this picture because of the beauty and architect it has.

I like my writing because I like doing descriptive writing.

Clitter, clatter, clitter, clatter the rocks under my feet moved  like a kick drum being thumped. It formed a funny figurative heart shape with longer rocks to make a stone arrow. The sun settled into the ditch and the stars shone like diamonds in a golden ring reflecting a beam of white bright light. The sea is calm and the tide is low. You can see the soft sand in between your toes.