~Lola’s POV~
The scorching sun, resembling a rapacious despot, carelessly let loose its lethal heat upon the waves of the ocean, which was then followed by a chilling breeze from autumn. I was standing on my balcony and staring off toward the horizon as I did so. The balcony has now become my favorite spot. I stood by the balcony as the gentle breeze blew the seemingly endless dunes further and further into the distance. In the dry Ozarks, waves of hot air mingled with the seasonal chill caused sandstorms that occasionally blocked out the sun itself. These storms were caused by a combination of the season’s natural coolness and the hot air. As I gazed lower down, the earth took on the color and appearance of sand, which, on a nice day, I would have liked nothing better than to run my bare
