—Lyle Rosdahl"Pacific" By Veronica Salinas Judith walked upon the shoreline. The malleable cream-colored sand powdered the soles of her feet. The high noon sun was bright and the wind blew a cool breeze making her clasp her yellow sweater close to her body. The brightness of the sand kept her from gazing too long at the ground. It was there in distance, where the emerald waves met the blue sky where she could see clearly. The colossal waves formed far, came in, and coated the rabid shore thick with foam. The dense sea air pressed against her rough, chapped lips. She licked them and savored the sweet salty oceanic kisses. She had never seen the Pacific Ocean before.