Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
dogs
swimmer
I love to swim.  The open water makes me happy.  I learned to swim when I was very young.
Ahh, what a great morning for a swim. "Bork bork woof!" Okay boy, I'm going to throw it out long! "boooork!" *runs off to get the stick* Here you go boy! You're a faster swimming than me! *swims around the swimmer, splashing everything everywhere* Come this way boy! Let's have a race! *swims up to the swimmer, ready to race* I'm bit! I think there's a shark! "awoooooooooo" *swims down, trying to scare off the shark* Thank you for saving my life! I have to swim back to shore now. *pant, pant* "bork!"