Willa Chases the Sun Song — Between the warm sand and the swish-swash waves, Willa strummed her ukulele and chased a sound that kept slipping ahead of her. Plink-plunk, she played by the tide pools. Read the full story →
Between the warm sand and the swish-swash waves, Willa strummed her ukulele and chased a sound that kept slipping ahead of her. Plink-plunk, she played by the tide pools. Plink-plunk, she played near the bendy palms. The strings smelled faintly of coconut oil, and the little painted wave on her ukulele seemed to wiggle whenever the real waves rolled in. “Come back, sparkly note!” Willa called, skipping after it.
Then a round voice answered from above: “Try looking up!” The sun was humming, not loudly, but with a golden buzz like bees in beach flowers. Willa laughed so hard her flower crown bounced. She strummed faster, and the sun hummed back, making the water flash silver and the clouds bob along. Soon every wave went swish-plink, swish-plunk. If you listen with your eyes, can you spot where Willa’s sparkly note is hiding between the warm sand and the swish-swash waves?
