[ CW ] Use the words ice , cold , and chill somewhere in your story . The catch : it must be summer .

Suddenly, wind blew across the otherwise-benign nearby beach. With it came colder, stinging sands. Isabelle, walking contentedly, was none too welcoming of it as she reacted with an expletive. The umbrella that she held above to protect her fairer skin form the sun now needed to protect her from this sudden, but inevitable gust. When she was able to hold it directly against the wind, like a shield, it intensified enough to somehow clip against an old pair of headphones that played a smooth dance groove. 
 
 When the wind died down, Isabelle raised up her umbrella and returned the headphones to their proper locations. However, she was left with the chill of sand hitchhiking on her bare back. She stopped walking for a moment to try and brush off the sand, when she was met by a pair of boys attempting to break the ice with her. 
 
 She merely looked at them quizzically.
