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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Nostalgia (Descriptive Writing)

                          As I walk forward beads of sweat run down my neck. The cool salty air wraps itself around my body. With each step the stresses of my life fade away. I sink further and further into relaxation as the grains of sand flow in-between my toes. I listen to the soothing ebb and flow of the waves crashing onto the shore. The serenity and vacancy of my surroundings was a well needed contrast to the push and shove of the busy New York City streets. I saunter along the shore, taking it all in the immense beauty. The blue skies merging with the crystal clear ocean at the horizon. It's been way too long, I think to myself.

                       Oh how I missed this. I missed jumping into car every other Sunday morning and driving seven minutes down Sheridan street to Hollywood North Beach Park. The cool breeze and blazing sun intermediately wakes you from your slumber. We sped by supermarkets, shopping centers, elementary schools, and dozens of houses. They all seemed so deserted. It was as if we were thieves of the night trying to escape our capture. When we finally reached the beach the endless miles of white sand and blue oceans was the same as always yet still enchanting in every way. We found our spot under our palm tree. It was slanted and leaned towards the ground as if its each frond was too heavy creating pressure for the tree to fully support. Even though this palm tree had it's imperfections it was perfect to us. Each frond hid us from the blazing rays of sun. We were grateful for the shade on a hot summers day. I frequently gazed up into the sky and day dreamed about my life, where i'm heading and my purpose in this world. Even though I was never able to answer these questions, every Sunday I revisited them hoping I would have a breakthrough. Now, six years later I still tend to look up into the sky past the top of NYC sky rises, past the minuscule airplanes overhead, and into the vast emptiness reminiscing about being on that beach in Hollywood Florida trying to answer all the questions that are still unanswered today.

1 comment:

  1. Now I really want to go to Florida! I love how descriptive and detailed your post is. I can literally see myself under a palm tree next to the beach. Great post ! I really liked the simile where you compared yourselves to thieves at night.

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