At the beach when I walk out side of the door warm white sand piles in between the spaces of my toes and I walk out. I skip to the open knitted hammock and lay as I listen to the white bubbles of waves crash to the shore. Milk colored birds soar above me and the sun starts to set. The fiery blaze of light melts the blue out of the sky and washes hues of pinks oranges and fuchsias across the horizon. The soft sound of the waves and the swing of the hammock make me sleepy so I take one last deep breath of the salty air and sleep.
“The fiery blaze of light melts the blue out of the sky and washes hues of pinks oranges and fuchsias across the horizon.”
Just gorgeous! Wow–what a writer you are, Madilyn.
After I finished the post, I realized I wasn’t actually at the beach. ): you did a great way of describing the beach it made me feel like I was actually there!
This was a really nice description of the beach. It made me relax, and enjoy. Obviously, if anyone reads this would be magically relaxed just by reading your description and imagining being at the beach.
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i really like the description of ”the sand between my toes” that was really good. and also a great thing to post about
I love the beach. You described it so beautifully. I felt like I was really in the hammock with the sand in my toes