Just imagine sitting on the beach as the sun slowly sets. The colors in the sky melting in warm colors. 

The water in the far distance seems to reflect the warm colors well, setting you at peace. Small waves lick at your toes as the cooling water reaches them before pulling away, only to repeat this again as if the water is straining to pull itself further but the vast body of water is pulling it back. The sound of the waves rolling in calm you even more. 

The taste of the water still on your lips from your earlier swim as you close your eyes and let the your mind relax itself in the calm atmosphere. 

The children that had been running across the beach long gone, back to their homes and in their beds. 

A cackling fire behind you where marshmallows are waiting to be roasted and the fire blazing to warm you once you get up from the comfort the water brings. 

The salty air rich, causing a smile to lighten your face as you focus on the tiny waves. The feeling of the water lapping your feet pulling you in, wanting you to wade out once more. 

Feeling the wet sand digging into your feet as you stand, facing the water, you take a step closer, letting the tide go up to your ankles. 

Another step, and another, and another. 

The water has reached your knees. 

Goosebumps pop up on you arms as the wind nips at your exposed skin. 

Taking another step further into the water, walking once more until the water nearly reaches your waist. You remember how the water always seems cold once you hit your stomach. 

Stopping yourself, even though you want to go further, you glance back at the near shore. The fire is still flicking through the air, a billow of smoke rising from the pit. 

Taking a deep breath, you know you aren't ready to head back to the fire. You look back towards the sinking sun before taking another deep breath. 

One more step. 

You're chest deep. 

The water feels so warm and inviting. 

You look down. The water is clear enough where you can see your feet mushing into the mixture of sand and rocks beneath you. You wiggle your toes before taking another step. 

Neck deep. 

That is how far you are. 

You turn back to the shore on the tips of your toes. You are still able to see the fire in the distance. Although without much attendance the fire isn't as bright or high as before. 

You briefly wonder how long you've been in the water, but quickly cast the thought aside. 

You don't care. 

The water is warm and welcoming. 

You feel safe. 

Safe and warm. 

Something that you want to keep feeling. 

You wonder what would happen if you took one more step towards the sinking sun. 

You turn back to face the sunset. 

No matter how far from the fire you had gone, the sun never got closer. 

But maybe, just maybe with one more step. 

Just one step and maybe you'd get close. 

One more step.

This is a result of one of my writing assignments. We had fifteen minutes to write about water and this is what I came up with... I'm thinking of expanding on this and making  it better. What do you think?