It all felt like a hurried illusion tangled amidst a fragrance of sweet Rosemaries and cinnamon buns to help keep me rooted in place. I had not the faintest idea of what I was doing, except for the sporadic intervals where the voices inside of my head kept repeating that I was straying too far away from the palms of safety. I promised myself that I would disperse just as soon as I broke the surface and soothed my troubling curiosity and wonders. I imagined that my current situation was purely temporary, but attempting to reassure myself only led to my unfortunate disdain. Like an aberrant game of a cat after the mouse, the unfaltering seconds continued to penetrate the oblivious minutes as the miniscule grains of sand nearly pervaded to cease …show more content…
Would you please come over here for just a second?" My mother awoke me from my reverie, shattering the near, but distant truth quite jarringly and beckoning me over to her vacant side. The minute I arrived, she began lathering my body with sun block- strawberry scented if I pristinely recall. The pungent aroma continued to irritate my nostrils, forcing a timid sneeze to exit through my nose and into the still quiet winds. "Aren't you excited?" She asked, with just enough serenity inside of her words to abruptly change my terror- stricken state to that of pure eagerness and anticipation. I nodded my head vigorously and answered in a state of …show more content…
If I let go just now, I would never rise to see or hear the twinkling laughter of my Mother or see the aspiring smile on my Father any other day. I would never play hide and seek again or ignite a fire in one's heart. My body might possibly be never be found and if so, I would be forever forgotten as a pile of decomposed skin and bones underneath the ground. Forever, would I remain a poignant piece of thread just hovering around in oblivion? At the time, I was so mercilessly afraid of oblivion. I flailed my arms about continuously and forced my eyes to stay open. I had to break free. My arms shot upward and I sky-rocketed through the underwater sky like a bird. It was the sensation of flying that distributed the hope to continue inside of my heart and soul. I flapped my wings and pushed back with my feet just as a tadpole came into my blurring view. I tried imitating its movements, creating a mermaid's swishing tail with my closed in legs. I was losing my breath and I was losing it swiftly. I had to break
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
I closed my eyes in order, it seemed to me, to help push it out, and took pleasure in growing languid and letting myself go. It was an idea that was only floating on the surface of my soul, as delicate and feeble as all the rest, but in truth not only free from distress but mingled with that sweet feeling that people have who have let themselves slide into sleep. I believe that this is the same state in which people find themselves whom we see fainting in the agony of death, I find that there is nothing like coming close to it.” “If you know not how to die, never trouble yourself; Nature will in a moment fully and sufficiently instruct you; she will exactly do that business for you; take you no care for it.”
...as hurriedly approaching my toes. I clinched my toes deeper in the sand to prepare myself to get annihilated by the wave’s white water. But, of course, it was just the familiar feeling of the cool rush between my feet as they sunk deeper into the sand. Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean. Remembering the feeling of the tingle and than burn, I peered back to see my beach chair waiting for me in the scorching sun. While I contemplated turning around and heading back to my safe place. I continued on. I continued to walk forward. I did not stop once the water passed my waist. I would not let the phobia of jellyfish hold me back from the once place I loved the most. As the water washed over the tips of my hair, warm memories of my past fled into my mind. I let my once again peach colored toes disappear deeper into the blue water.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy- but it did not have to be. Romeo and Juliet is the tragic story of two star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet, who are the son and daughter of two feuding families, the Montagues and the Capulets. Written by the famed playwright Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet take place in the 14-15 century in the cities of Verona and Mantua, cities in northern Italy. After a series of events that involves Romeo getting banished from Verona and Juliet getting forced to marry a count, Paris, they kill themselves. It has been argued for centuries about who is to blame for the deaths of Romeo and Juliet. But, once reading the book thoroughly and consulting several sources, it is obvious who is solely to blame- Friar Lawrence. Because of the actions of Friar Lawrence, the play ended with two grieving families instead of two happy newlyweds. Although many characters contributed to their deaths, only Friar Lawrence was solely responsible for them. Friar Lawrence’s cowardice, secrecy, and miscommunication led directly to the deaths of Romeo and Juliet.
Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the surface.
What I thought would be peaceful solitude turned out differently than I planned. Tired from walking along the ocean’s tide, I sat down and watched the moon perform its invisible but effective magic making the waves crash one by one. Soon my peace was interrupted by another human. A boy, no younger than I, had sat down next to me wondering why I was alone. After answering his series of questions, we actually get into a decent conversation that held back my temptation to ask him to leave.
For this year’s benchmark project, I decided I would perform a piece and challenge myself. I ended up choosing Reverie, Op. 24, by Alexander Glazunov, a highly melodic and romantic piece written in 1890. Glazunov was a well known and accomplished horn player, and tended to write small solos like this often, favoring the emotional, expressive pieces. Reverie was a beautiful example of this. Written in the romantic style, going back and forth between major and minor, the piece is a wonderfully intricate solo to play.
I turned off the car and took a deep breath. Looking slowly up into the pink sky, I began to watch the golden sun go to sleep. The beach seemed deserted, quiet, but peaceful. I opened my door and put my feet out on the soft sand. I started taking my shoes off, then my socks. I threw them in the passenger seat, and then shut the door. I looked out over horizon of the lake and started walking towards the still water. With each step I took, I could feel the warm sand crunch between my toes. Then suddenly, a sharp rock, but not sharp enough to break the skin.
I told you so. How could you say I didn’t? It was impossible to listen, but then again, you thought you were listening to the impossible. For so many months, for so many years, you chose to ignore me. The pain and humiliation you inflicted on me, not to mention your complete apathy!
The grains of sand latch themselves to my skin, unwilling to release me from their influence, their nagging persuading me to reflect on the events of the day. The scent of Banana Boat Sunscreen drifts through my mind, accompanying a desire for the lime Otter Pops I had gorged upon while sitting on the beach. Memory of the gleeful screams and laughs shared running amongst the rays of sun lulls me into the contentment of the hours past. However, this ode to the bygone sounds of the beach proves only a distraction as it is overtaken with the dissonance of the present, the excited exclamations being replaced by the continuation of angry accusations, accusations hurled in the other room from one parent to the other.
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
Bouncing on the water as I held close to my dad. Everyone gasped. I thought is it a shark, what is it, I don’t want to see? I felt like it was a recurrence of jaws. “Dolphins” someone screamed. I looked out onto the ocean the second they weren’t there. I was relevied The sky was stormy, the water cold. “I don’t think this was a good day to go Shell Island”, I told my dad in panic. “It’s fine” he stated as he tried to calm me down.
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.