The sky was pitch black. A white, bright crescent laid in the middle of the blanket of stars. The strong wind whistled through the people's ears. The whole area was
pacific and serene. Hair was being all over the place. Sounds of ships could be heard from afar. The paved streets were filled with people from all ages and races.
Mirth radiated off everyone who was there. Along side the streets, food vendors were setting up their stalls, preparing to feed all the rumbling stomachs in sight. They were ready to
importune all passing people to but from their stalls. As the small, red hot dog stand opened next to me, the smell of delicious, hot, fresh hot dogs entered my nose. My mouth started to salivate at the though of sinking my teeth into the piece of meat and bread. Before I knew it, an Asian family gathered around the stand, and my vision was ruined.
In front of me, a couple was leaning against the metal railing, staring into each other's eyes, as if they were in their own world and nothing else existed. The harbor was a conducive place for a couple like that. You could guess that they were in love just by looking at them. The man was at least 6'1, with jet black hair and sea green eyes. His cheeks were freckled. His navy blue shirt clung to him due to the wind, and his black skinny jeans were practically invisible in the night. In his arms, was a lady who had beautifully curled brown hair that cascaded down to her mid-back. Her eyes were a piercing blue and her skin was as fair as snow. Her lips were full and blood red. She was utterly beautiful. Her blue sundress flowed with the wind and her brown flats were planted firmly on the ground, to prevent her from falling. However, the mesmerizing scene was ruined as two kids raced by and bumped into the couple, breaking them from their reverie.
As I looked down the street by the sea, I noticed a group of teenagers goofing around, climbing on the railings and skateboarding down the steep slopes. What really scared me was a little girl, no older than seven, climbing on top on the railings to get a better view of the sea. A woman was sat on the bench next to her, engrossed in a novel. The woman had dark blonde hair and olive skin, just like the little girl on the railing. She was sipping to what I assumed was coffee and she was totally unobservant of the kid. The little girl climbed higher and higher, acting absolutely
precariously, and I was getting more and more scared. I ran over and just as I was about to pull the girl down, she fell over the metal railings into the strong currents of the sea below.