When I am here I breathe in an
entire spectrum of smells. They are so diverse you couldn’t pinpoint them all
if you tried. I can taste the salted air on my tongue and feel the thickness of
the atmosphere in my lungs. There is nothing like the feeling of breathing in
the sweet, crisp air of this place and it wakes me up faster than a cup of
black coffee ever could. Underneath my feet I feel the earth shifting to mark
where my feet have fallen. Occasionally I feel the smoothness of a stone
pressed against the heel of my foot, so I pick it up to memorize its scars
before throwing it as far I can into the blanket of blue. Sometimes I
close my eyes and let my ears see what I can’t; seagulls shrieking, thundering
drumming, and the shifting of stones the size of dust. Then I open my eyes and
blue comes crashing into focus. Not just blue, but a whirlwind of every shade
of blue, grey, and green imaginable. Colors and shades shift and blend—blue
becoming green, green becoming grey—until there isn’t a word in the entire English
language to describe it. I can stare for hours on end at how powerful and
infinite the cycle of this place is. The world changes, people come and go, yet
this place remains a firm, unchanging constant.
Marissa,
ReplyDeleteI loved your post! You did a great job using the senses to bring together the picture as a whole and what you experience when you are at this place (assuming the beach ;) ) One of my favorite lines you used was, "Underneath my feet I feel the earth shifting to mark where my feet have fallen". Shows me that you put thought into what you personally feel and reflect on as you are at your place.
I love your descriptions. "I pick up the stone and memorize its scars" was one of my favorite parts and I don't really know why, but it stood out to me. Maybe because my kiddo is at a point of throwing stones in the water and it reminds me of her. Excellent writing! Great show vs. tell details in this.
ReplyDeleteYou did a great job with this. I could imagine being there and visualize the water changing color. Your metaphors and similes were very well placed nice job.
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