Doesn’t time pass really fast? It’s been three years, three years full of hardships since you were gone, but I still can’t seem to forget you.... I silently take a seat at the end of the bus, next to the window, I plug my earphones into my ear and gently lean against the cold head rest of the seat with my hoodie pulled down covering most part of my face. I close my eyes behind the hoodie, trying to calm myself down and contain all those mixture feeling inside me, I sigh softly. I get off the bus on my stop as I walk to the nearest beach. When I arrive at the beach, I gently take my boots and socks off, letting my pale white skin to touch the warm sand, thinking that it might warm my heart. With my boots in my hand, I slowly walk closer to the shore, and gently let the cold sea water touch my warm sandy toes, it feels weird, both warm and cold at the same time, but somehow it manage to be my favourite feeling in the whole world. …show more content…
Making the day look gently and warm even though it’s not. My red brown locks fly in the air as the wind roughly blows and tickles my skin, making me shiver, as if the water isn’t cold enough. The beach wasn’t as packed as the last time I went here, the beach was almost empty, just the way I wanted it to be. My lips twitches upwards a little, as I remember all those memories that I once shared with this place, without me even realising I am right in front of the water, as the wave crashes on the shore, it touches my ankle, the cold sensation makes me shiver even more, how I miss how that
THE RELAXATION FEELS PLEASANT AND BLISSFUL SO, YOU HAPPILY GIVE WAY TO THIS WONDERFUL FEELING. IMAGINGE YOURSELF ON A CLOUD, RESTING PEACEFULLY, WITH A SLIGHT BREEZE CARESSING YOUR BODY. A TINGLING SENSASION BEGINS TO WORK ITS WAY, WITHIN AND WITHOUT YOUR TOES, IT SLOWLY MOVES UP YOUR FEET, MAKING THEM WARM, HEAVY AND RELAXED. THE CLOUD IS SOFT AND SUPPORTS YOUR BODY WITH ITS SOFT TEXTURE, THE SCENE IS PEACEFUL AND
As I walked into the family room, I could feel the gentle heat of the crackling fire begin to sooth my frostbitten cheeks. I plopped myself down on the sofa. The soft cushions felt like heaven to my muscles, sore from building snowmen, riding sleds, and throwing snowballs from behind the impenetrable fort.
as I gaily walk down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. My all time favorite
The sun shines. The thin glistens in the footlights. The wind swirls nearby me, disconcerting eroticism sand unfitting my feet. I pile up the tide, frightening the calm bathe as I pork out. The thin surrounds me, engulfing me in its enthusiasm.
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
It was a winter morning. The mountains were covered with white snow and they looked beautiful. Thirty minutes had passed and still no announcement was made. The stream of sun rays filtered through the curtains, showering my room in its brilliance. I had butterflies in my stomach.
Millions of visitors encounter warm sandy beaches every year. Locations such as these attract people from all walks of life. Vacationers come prepared to entertain themselves whether it be laying on the beach or walking on the pier. Many other activities are provided by vendors for beachgoers to enjoy. The chaotic beach image is drastically crowded with people, but they are relaxing, creating a great family atmosphere.
I can’t recall how many times we’ve trekked up the mountain which neighbors my home. The only memories I can conjure are of the monotony, how each step was mechanical and perfectly rehearsed. There was never any curiosity or marvel during the climb – only the wooden handrail running along the boardwalk, and every time we reached the mountain’s peak, I failed to feel like I’d surmounted anything. Like the view at the summit, my life and the mentality that I faced it with gradually lost its color.
Ever since Sunset Beach has been officially opened to the public, there has been a drastic increase of tourists present. Television programs concluded that at least a thousand people visit the beach everyday. Reasons for their stay are that they feel comfortable with the environment that surrounds the beach front, people who are at the beach are joyous and numerous activities to enjoy, and the fresh scent of the sparkly waters, make the visitors feel calm and pleasurable. So I decided to take a trip there.
No longer does life’s daily anguish affect me as I move away from the bench and stroll along the gravel track of the park. I begin to forget my terrible grades in math or why my friends are fighting, it’s so easy to forget as I watch the sunset slowly sinking under the brown fences along with all the other troubles. It’s like I am being magically transported to a place for my head, surrounded by happiness as I circle the...
The gleaming rays of yellow sun peered through the thick grey clouds, the sand was still dampened with moisture. A soft breeze blew through the thick dunes, lifting up small clumps of sand as it gently caressed the moist land. I could feel the thick moisture in the humid summers air, sitting beneath my umbrella as small parcels of sweat began to stream down my face. Harrison stood up and saidwith excitment “hey wanna go for a swim”. My face lit up with joy and without hesitation I accepted his offer.
I watch as buildings turn to ocean, then to hills, then back to buildings. I notice how people wave when the train hurls down the tracks and how perfectly the sun moves from east to west right over the locomotive. Going back and forth from my home where I have sanctuary in my own room to a house where I feel unwelcome was never enjoyable. I have never wished my parents would get back together, I don’t even remember a time when they were together and I would never give up my step dad for anything. But I would dread the trips between both houses and the tensions that build up whenever I get off my train in Oxnard.
I experience many happenings as I walk down the winding gravel roads through the meadow. With each step I take, the grey gravel makes a blunt crunching sound under my black vans and chalky white dust envelopes over my shoes. The wind makes quiet hushing sounds as it gently caresses the tall blades of bright green grass that blankets the meadow. Small mousy colored rodents frolic and scurry through the intertwining blades of grass and brightly-colored orange flowers as they begin their journey home to their barrows before the vicious creatures of the night come out to play and hunt. Light brown fawn clumsily follow their mothers to the small shimmering pond where the golden ducks quack happily, rejoice, and splash about in the cool blue water.
I brush my eyes awake, feeling the cold seeping in from my window. It’s 9 AM and it’s winter in Minnesota. Feeling sleepy, I stand up and go outside. I love the winter air. It always refreshes my mind and there’s just a cold bite to it that I enjoy. Coming back inside, I boot up my computer, hoping to enjoy it a little before heading out. The winter days swim together, phasing throughout my mind, and I fall asleep again, or I have woken up.
1. The setting of the diary entries was at the beach (for my diary entries) on the 24th of January 2017. 2. In one of the diaries entries I was angry, displeased and frustrated due to my forceful attendance of the beach with my family. This is all whilst witnessing my friends having fun without me on Instagram and a series of unfortunate events including the heat, the beach looking rough and a seagull stealing my chips.