The sun was sinking into the horizon but was still illuminating several clouds in the sky, outlining them with a silver-gold paintbrush. Just then I realized that it had become quite late – there wasn’t a single fisherman in sight and all of the little childI reached out and buried my hand into the sand and then sifted the handful of small worthless stones using the gaps between each finger. Left in the golden sandy palm of my hand laid a rather familiar object – Turkish delight. It was a smooth stone that was almost a perfect cube and of a delicate rosy colour. It glistened like dew-drops and under the light it exposed a subtle rainbow of colours within its translucent walls.
The sun was sinking into the horizon but was still illuminating several clouds in the sky, outlining them with a silver-gold paintbrush. Just then I realized that it had become quite late – there wasn’t a single fisherman in sight and all of the little children had retired to their homes after a long day of playing. The...ren had retired to their homes after a long day of playing.