Dark waves sloshed and stumbled up and down the beach, alternating between leaving and taking sand. The sand castle my friend Lily and me were building was clear of the ocean, though, but the sandy turrets kept crumbing. The hot sun shone down with no concern for the sweltering people on the seashore.
"This is hard," Lily complained. She dusted her hands off after every time she patted at the sand.
"It would be easier if you weren't so afraid to get dirty."
"I'm not afraid of getting dirty. I just don't like… sand."
"Right."