Good Morning Sunshine
As the sun peeks through the curtains, the girl rolls over and squints her eyes. The seagulls squack and the waves roll up onto the shore. The girl throws back her satin sheets and sits up. She sets her feet on the warmed wood floors and stretches her arms over her head. Summer has arrived. Smiling, she makes her way to the window seat. Sitting on her knees, she unlatches the window. A warm breeze whirls up and around her body. She closes her eyes to take in the smell of the salt water and the white sandy beaches. An older man jogs through her field of vision. He is wearing red shorts and a yellow t-shirt. She wonders what music he is playing in his yellow head set.Coming the opposite way, a woman walks by in a black one piece swimsuit. Her cover up skirt dances in the wind. She bends down to collect a seashell. After turning it over a few times, she places it in her yellow bucket. As the woman walks out of the way, Kara decides not to waste any more time.
Leaving the window open, she gets off the bench and makes her way to her oversized, white dresser. Opening the top draw, she picks through a collage of bikinis. Satisfied, she pulls out a turquiose and brown stripped tube top and a solid brown bottom with a turquiose belt attached to both sides. The silver buckle gleams as the sun hits it in Kara's hand. Stepping behind her four folded changing board, she undresses, only to reappear in her swim suit. On her way out, she slips into a pair of brown sandals that are set by the door frame and places a straw hat ontop of her blonde curls. It is 7AM on a beautiful Saturday in June.
As a child, my favorite past time was waking up early Sunday morning and driving to the marina with my family. Sure I was tired, but I always loved to walk down the ramp and find our boat. The smell of the salt water and WaterBaby sunscreen surrounded me. I loved the boat! I loved the ocean! What a beautiful site it was, sitting in the front and gazing at all the pretty houses, wishing that I, too, could some day live there.
Life is amazing and unpredictable;
scary and overwhelming;
sweet and satisfying;
temporary and short.
Life is a precious gift that is too many times taken for granted.
Life is living with the people you love.
Where ever life takes me, I will always be running along the shoreline, splashing under the sun.
Leaving the window open, she gets off the bench and makes her way to her oversized, white dresser. Opening the top draw, she picks through a collage of bikinis. Satisfied, she pulls out a turquiose and brown stripped tube top and a solid brown bottom with a turquiose belt attached to both sides. The silver buckle gleams as the sun hits it in Kara's hand. Stepping behind her four folded changing board, she undresses, only to reappear in her swim suit. On her way out, she slips into a pair of brown sandals that are set by the door frame and places a straw hat ontop of her blonde curls. It is 7AM on a beautiful Saturday in June.
As a child, my favorite past time was waking up early Sunday morning and driving to the marina with my family. Sure I was tired, but I always loved to walk down the ramp and find our boat. The smell of the salt water and WaterBaby sunscreen surrounded me. I loved the boat! I loved the ocean! What a beautiful site it was, sitting in the front and gazing at all the pretty houses, wishing that I, too, could some day live there.
Life is amazing and unpredictable;
scary and overwhelming;
sweet and satisfying;
temporary and short.
Life is a precious gift that is too many times taken for granted.
Life is living with the people you love.
Where ever life takes me, I will always be running along the shoreline, splashing under the sun.
posted by Julie V at 3/29/2006 09:34:00 PM
1 Comments:
Hello Cadie!
I apologize for being so late in my response to your comment. (I tried to comment on your site, but I am not a member!) Honestly I had nothing else to write about for the end of the week. I was really stressed and that was sort of a way I let my mind relax. I actually am focusing on secondary math to teach. To tell you the truth, I never really liked english, journalism, or any of that. I took a creative writing course my senior year in high school and that was the only course I really liked. I appreciate all of your comments! I always enjoyed them and that is why I sort of wrote my last post that way because I thought you'd like to read it. I have read some of your posts over the weeks as well and you are always writing about things that you have done! They seem like a lot of fun too! I hope you have fun at the track meet and good luck with the rest of the semester!
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