The teenage girl walked away from the crowded area of the tent and placed her feet in the waters edge, ignoring the immense coldness as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh salty air. She opened her eyes to see that last day of the sun peaking through the clouds, trying desperately to be seen, and to cast it's bright array of orange on the dark blue water. She listened to the air rush past her face and blow her hair about. She licked her dry lips to taste the salty residue left by the wind. She pulled her hair back out of her face as the sun disappeared to leave the starts twinkling in the inky sky, before walking back to her dimly lit coverage.

This was the same task as the last story, but a different pic.