Blog Post #4

There’s this park near my house that leads out into the beach. Sometimes in the summer, I would go to clear my head and sit at the beach’s shore. In the evenings, I’d head out for the park. The temperature would start to drop, and goosebumps would raise to the surface of my skin but I wasn’t bothered; I just wanted to watch the sun set. As I made my way towards the beach shore, the trees started to sway from the gentle breeze and the leaves whispered gentle melodies heard all throughout the park. The wind picked up its speed and I picked up my own pace as well, until I broke out into a full sprint. I started to run across the enormous football field separating myself from the beach. I felt the wind blow through my hair as I ran with all of this free space surrounding me. I felt the soft green grass under my converse with each step until it turned even softer and sand sprayed behind me. I made it. I took a moment to catch my breath and sat myself on the sandy shore. The sun was already starting to dip behind the horizon and the sky was glittered with splashes of soft hues of pink and gold. I felt like I was right where I needed to be, nowhere else. From my little beach, I could see the bridge that stretched from one side of the city to the other. Bright lights littered the entire structure as fast flashes of all different colors zoomed across. The water reflected an effulgence of all these colors combined as its smooth waves lapped the shore. I laid back and felt the warm sand against my skin, hugging me like my blankets that’ve been heated up by the old heater pressed up against my bed. I smiled and watched the sky endlessly drift off into the horizon.