Creative Writing: Going Back To Auntie Chelsey's Song '

These moments of sublime tranquility can be likened to the moments when you are all alone by yourself, watching the sunset and listening to the rhythmic lapping of gentle waves at the shore.

WIndows down the soft warm breeze against my skin, Warm days, 72 degrees Eating popsicles and ice cream outside, Cold water, Swimming, Water clogged ears, The smell of fresh cut grass, Yellow jackets buzzing all about, Bee stings and bug bites, Barbeques and cook outs, Amazing, mouthwatering food Hot dogs, Hamburgers, Potato salad, Beans, Chips, Cold drinks, Cool starry nights clear as can be, Mosquito bites and lighting bugs, Birds singing, Summer break, Smell of coffee in the early morning, Buzzing of chainsaws, Growling of the mowers, Snipping roses, beautiful morning glories to decorate the dining

I can feel the sand between my toes, it is warm, gritty, and small in size as a move my toes around in the sand. The calming sound of the waves colliding with the compacted, wet sand on the beach. The sound of the water rolling back out to sea to be thrown back at the beach again. It was like a dream, the hot sun beaming down upon my dark skin rejuvenating me, my long blonde hair flailing around in the warm breeze. I feel relaxed as I take in my surroundings and my muscles loosen their tension. I lay down on the warm sand, close enough that the white foam from the waves touches the tips of my toes. I can see the clear blue sky without a cloud in sight.

The sun is warm on my skin, like the heat off black pavement in the summertime. All six of us lay down on our cotton towels and take in the summery smell of the ocean. The sound is breathtaking. Waves are crashing onto the shore and seagulls scurry around on the beach making soothing noises. I close my eyes and lay relaxed on my towel by the sea.

The sound of the burgers sizzling on the grill. The fire crackling. The waves crashing down like a building with TNT. Summer is like heaven for me, but no Jesus or God. I love the sound of the flying seagulls squawking everywhere on the beach except when they try to take my sandwich. Surfing the waves at Wildwood with my boogie board. Then the nightlife at the boardwalk, riding the rides and getting ice cream at Scoops. Our yearly vacation in Wildwood is why Summer is so Awesome!

Imagine sitting on white beach with sand like grains of sugar and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore a short distance away and the warmth of the summer sun on your back. That is just some of what I was able to experience when my family took a week long vacation to the Bahamas. I’ve never really forgotten that week and I know that I want to be able to go back there again in the future. I was only nine at the time but even then I was able appreciate the trip.

Sunshine. Endless amounts of fun. Water. It was about that time again, summer! My favorite season, no school and my birthday was in it. This summer was especially great, my dad was coming home he was in the military and I hadn't seen him in eight months. It was about a regular summer day with my family, when my parents thought of heading down to the beach. I was thrilled this beach was one of my favorite places to go in the summer. It was not only just a beach but, it also had a large park with big blue swings, a tennis court, and large grass area for people to have picnics. And were the beach and the park split of there were tall ginormous rocks so people could watch the boats and ocean. I was so excited and on top of that my mom told me that

Standing in the crisp air wrapped up in a blanket, dressed in warm clothes. With hot chocolates in hand warming us up as we feel the warmness glide down our throats with every sip. There is the smell of fresh cut grass and fall all throughout the air.

This is a feeling everyone should experience , a feeling of pure relaxation . There were volleyball and football games , sand castles being built , races , barbecues , the suffers were out that day too . The beach was crowded but yet heavenly , everything went together on that sizzling day , the waves from the ocean sent mist over my sun-kissed body making me feel cool if only for a second . While all the music laughter a playing seemed like a soft melody playing in the back-ground . As you can imagine the beach was my favorite part of the summer . Angel and myself spent most of our summer on Clearwater Beach that summer an enjoyed every moment of it . While visiting family and friends throughout the summer I came to a realization , I had been spending my summers being lazy threw out the years . The furthest I ever traveled were to Ohio to spend summers with my grandmother , I felt like I cheated myself out of seeing so much more

This is Granny Phin’s house. This is the where the annual family reunion takes place. There are three tints set up out here. One is for the food. This is the most important one. You will notice how a lot of people sit around this tint. They want to be the first to get food. Don’t be one of those people. The other two tents are for shade. There’s a bathroom inside the house. Only one. It’s almost impossible to get to. I hope you used the restroom before you came. There’s cornhole over there, a blow up house past that, and horseshoe on the other side of the yard. If you like dealing with competitive old men, get in on a game of horseshoe. You won’t be let down.

It is with pleasure that I take this pen in hand to inform you that I am well and hope this will find you the same. When I left you, you was looking very feeble and I have had many a sleepless night thinking about you. Sometimes I fancy you dead and then again I fancy you are coming here to see me, but that I fear is only joy anticipated.

Rita was a black girl, black as ebony, man oh man, the Queen of Africa Pervis found waiting in line for work. He said to her, “You’re on the dodge, aren’cha? You know how to pick this stuff? Don’t matter. You cook?”

Crisp air in the morning with the birds chirping aloud for all around to hear. Beams of sunlight shining in through the curtains onto my bed. Mother calling up the stairs reminding my brother and I that the day is passing away the longer we stay in bed. Slow moving with little to say, I get up to start my day.

feeling is when nature is at it’s best (sunsets, sunrises, grassy fields, ect.). That brings me

Sunshine, rainbows and ice cream yes! Delicious memories of my childhood and my favorite place to journey. After all, I was a momma's boy and dad's little man, to be honest, I still am. Never a care in the world our home was the neighborhood stomping ground. Meditating back how countless hours my friends and I spent on our knees pushing our dump trucks, building construction sites, producing mud pies for our mom's, jumping around playing leapfrog and swimming. The days of hide-in-seek! Kevin and I would holler across the yards just talking as if we were standing right next to each other like it was nothing until his mother came alive and let him come over. Moreover, I had a childhood that any child would kindly dream. Nevertheless then came school. Brick and mortar elementary were the unfavorable years of my life. Likewise, when I travel back in time and turn the pages of that chapter in my life, I still can experience the incredible dull aching pain. On that dark, dreary, horrible cloudy day.