LUNA | CUARENTA Y SIETE
The sand is softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach feels like a cozy hug, one only matched by the sunshine-filled sky. The only marker of time today is the sun above, the moments savored by the waves that wash the sands in white lace.
Luna, Sebastian, and Hector stood barefoot on the sand like flour on bread, eyes moving from sand to stone, from rock pools to breaking waves.
The soft wind blew, almost sweeping Luna’s pink sun hat away. But, luckily, she had good reflexes. She quickly held the top of her head, preventing the sun hat from sweeping away.
“Yay! Finally! We are on vacation!”
She gazes over the guy right next to her. Sebastian stretches out both his arms and legs to look like a boy starfish. He was already wearing
