My Little Piece of Heaven

1. The sky was illuminated that morning, even when the rays of sunlight hid in behind the marshmallow clouds, there was still a glow. I walk along the beach passing all of the smiling and happy travellers that were on their family vacations, all lying on bright blue beach chairs that lined the warm golden sand that decorated the shoreline. The breeze was thick and warm; it slipped smoothly through your fingers, toes and hair as you walked against it, a freeing feeling really, refreshing.  Closing my eyes as the breeze swept across my bronzed face, I listened to the symphony of the ocean. The rhythmic pattern of the waves comforted me like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me in the middle of a winter snowstorm. Sweet and bitter smell of salt brushed itself across my face, I take a deep breath, and it fills my lungs like a newly lit cigarette, harsh but too good to be true. I stop myself and looked and listen to the many sights and sounds of the beach. The water was a see through blue green color that seemed endless, the waves crashed against the rocks with great force, proving its power to the world. Every flaw and mistake had been diminished by the powerful tide that crept toward the shoreline, bringing it back to perfection. I sat myself on a rock filling my palms with sand and watching it slip through my fingers, it was like silk against my skin, exfoliating my flaws. The tide crept up onto my feet, my toes wiggle against the waves, and I was being cleansed. Taking deep breaths and enjoying the moment of rebirth in the sand I believed that I was in my happy place, a place where flaws never mattered, and where every wave, every, breeze, and with every grain in the sand meant new beginnings.

2. The first thing you see is the white sand, the second would be the turquoise water that meets the shore. The weather is consistent, clean and warm; the smell of salt fills the entire shoreline. Couples, families and singles are all grouped together enjoying the sun, water, and festivities. The breeze is warm and cool and refreshing and goes for miles as does the beach itself. There is fun and freedom affiliated with the beach.

I was a bit confused about this blog and how you wanted it to be written but I like the florid description because you can take any aspect of the subject and make it your own. In any situation there are different things about it that appeal to our senses so it is nice to be able to describe that. I found the stark description to be quite hard to do because I just found myself wanting to “over-write” or be “over-descriptive”. I love being able to express myself through my writing and I find being extra descriptive creates expressive imagery to the reader, capturing exactly how the author had felt at the time.