Why thank you Laura. Part of the reason it's crisp is because...well, I'll let readers guess. Here's another snippet:
Suddenly exhausted, The flopped down half in, half out of water and was lulled by ebb and flow until he felt a cool shadow fall over his back and neck. Listening intently, he froze, even stopped breathing. There was no animal smell or sound. He braced himself for an attack but when it didn’t come he slowly rolled over, squinting up at a dark figure silhouetted in blinding sunlight. He looked down at her hands and saw they were empty, which made him both relieved and disappointed. He saw her small brown breasts and her long neck shrouded in long shreds of brown hair. Her face was too shadowed to see except for her hawklike eyes staring at him intently. A rough brown tunic was draped over her hips, in shreds like her hair. After a long minute, she stepped back, revealing long brown toes frosted with sand, and stepped back again, and then, she was gone.
Had he slept and dreamed this woman into life? The frowned against oppressive sun shockwaves and fought urges to fall asleep again. Sighing, he hauled himself into a crouch and staggered for shade, to where his time log sulked. Still only one mark on it. Day stretched on endlessly, punctuated by the cool woman’s shadow. But that was how they all were. Only danger or hunger made an exclamation point in any of his days.
He remembered first danger, when his father sailed away and never returned. He remembered again when his mother was taken away with his brother, how he hid in a beach cave formed by half-submerged rotting logs. How he survived on grubs found in their crumbling bark.