I taste, I see, I feel-Harry H

I feel the gritty golden sand flying against me.
The cold sphere sea merges with the gleaming sand.
I am at the beach.

I feel the wind blowing against my face.
The clouds above me like candy floss slowly danced gracefully in the breeze.
The sea salt rapidly spits on me as if I were a problem.

I taste the salt and bitter breeze.
I taste the salty wind as if it where a salty drink.
I taste the tainted fish ’n’ chip breeze as it came from a family feast on the beach.

I see swopping seagulls as they glide through the wind in a swarm.
I see people soaking up the 30 degree Sun.
I see the blades of grass swaying side to side as if they where an army of solders marching on parade.
I see towering yacht clubs beside me.

I am in paradise.