So, I had this assignment for my english class which involves going to a location and writing about it. I was actually kind of proud of it so i decided to post it. Well, here it is.
A psychic once told me that I gain most of my energy from water. It just so happens that I was in need of a good energy builds up. So, I went to Trinidad beach, where its beauty can calm even the stormiest of souls.
The sky was this shade of grey blue and white waves of mist launching into the sky. I found a perfect observation point on a rock where I can let my feet dangle into the cold ocean below and I could get a spray of mist in my face every time a wave washes around the rock. I look into the water and realize that it is bluer up here than down south. But it still has that jade green where when the water reaches the shore, it turns semi coopery green mixed with deep blue. It still doesn’t compare to the water in Hawaii, where I long to be back in for another month during the summer.
No one realizes that when the waves are crashing around the jutting rocks that it sounds like someone is ripping a piece of paper in half. Each time the waves crash, the salty mist hits my face, leaving me refreshed and the taste of salt still on my awaiting lips. The wind was powerful today which was driving the waves up and up. The wind whooshed in between the loose strands of my hair to build the waves up so the surfers which were out that day can ride a wave into a new form of nirvana. When it crashes, the waves circle my rock, encompassing my legs in cold frigid water which reminds me of getting my feet washed before entering my home. It reminds me of washing away the outside world and forgetting about tomorrows problems and just makes me worry about what book I should read next in my ever growing library.
The whole beach is draped in pastel colors of burnt brown and semi black for the sand and the deep green of the trees that are stranded on a rock off the coast of the beach where they seem to be dipping lower and lower, trying to reach the ocean and end there miserable existence so they can reach shore and join their fellow forest on the land. The forests fresh water stream meets the oceans salt water in a combination of swirling colors. Like two opposite things, forest and ocean, man and woman, unrest and peace meet and create this combination of tension and togetherness, like they were never supposed to be apart.
As I see the fresh water stream meet the ocean, I hear the black birds cry as they fight over abandoned trash on the beach. As one is about to eat a piece, a dog, presumably a surfers dog who is faithfully waiting for his master to come onto the beach, chases the birds into the air, flying into the sun to be incarcerated in its warm light. The reeds being washed onto the beach encircle my legs, creating anklets made out of long, thin reeds. The wind and sun confuse my body’s inner temperature where all I want to do is just jump into the ocean to stop the confusion.
As I stare into the ocean and the glorious scenery around me, all I could think of was how I promised the old love of my life that we would go to the beach here and that it would be perfect. With the oddly shaped rocks and the quarter shaped jelly fish washed upon the shore, it feels perfect. It would be better if I had someone to share it with. Like every strand being whipped away from my face is them, stroking it out of my eyes and showing me how perfect it all can be.
I realize that all I want to do when I die is just crawl into the ocean and let it close around me, so I could just let it all go. Just so it could be perfect forever. I feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Like an elixir of golden energy is running through my veins. I now feel ready to just take on the week and burry my aching heart away in its little locked box.
It is kind of like a weird diary entry. Well, I am going to get back to reading my zombie book. The last one in the series.*sigh*.
