The Place Where I Feel Most Comfortable

Black, white, and gray is the foam of a crashed wave along a California beach. While the birds-eye-view of the shoot gives us a portion of the beached tide a line of white foam dangles from the bottom of the top border. There the homecoming of the beached wave is met with a wall of resistance from a smaller salty surge. Meanwhile, the water retreats back to its endless body as it curls around protrusions of shell and rock. Mid photo, water spreads itself out on the dry sand making it stained with darker gray and soggy. At the bottom a dark shadow casts itself parallel to the bottom border.

The waves flowing up onto the beach have caused sand to wash up into the areas where there are stairs coming down from the seawall. This clearly highlights the force of the waves and the movement of the sand that is occurring as a

A place can be any position or point with space around. A corner, a site on the internet, McDonalds, or even if you’re lost in the woods you're still in a place because of the space that’s around. A place such as The Mexican Restaurant, where my parents go on special occasions or when I talked to a friend at The Baseball field about certain point of every aspect of the game we play, or even when My family was so traumatized when our dad went out onto the ocean when the waves we crashing in. He tells us he’ll be fine so he heads out on the sand and starts walking the opposite direction of us, the waves came in and crashed into the feet of the cliff. We thought he was gone but he came back and said the waves almost got him but he found a crack

Here is my sacred space, Carlin Park, which is located in my hometown, Jupiter, Florida! The park features tennis courts where I often practice, a running trail, a delicious restaurant, and of course beautiful beach access to Juno Beach. You can spend an entire day here and never get bored, although many people simply set up a picnic at the many picnic tables or just relax. This place is sacred to me because whenever my life got hectic, I knew I could pack up my car and head over to Carlin Park and spend a couple hours at the beach to clear my head. The space itself is so bright and open since it is right on the water. There is so much to do and appreciate. I had my first cross country meet ever in this park, and I was not even nervous since

Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?

My favorite place is San Clemente in California. I remember my first time going there falling in love with that town. I have a friend who invited me to come over his house, and I went two years ago. Since that occasion San Clemente turned into my favorite place to be. In this paper, I am going to explain a little bit of the background of this story. When I first got here I remember passing hard times as an international student since I could not get use to speaking the language, living in a different country and living a different life style. During my first week in school in The United States I knew a friend from California whom always hang out with, so was on spring break when I got to go to San Clemente for the first time in my entire life. I will describe further how is that place like and why is my favorite.

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

The Summer air is warm. Beacons of light peer through the canopy of leaves. Short green grass dances in the breeze. Foaming waves crash on the sandy shore. I can’t wait for our annual trip to Peak's Island.

The swooshing of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arranged from white to pink to gray. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. Near the sandbox is a light brown picnic table, gum sticking to the bottom waiting for its next victim to touch it. The smell of fish and snails reeks, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin, dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. To my left is the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

Words like cozy, calm, and memories can be used to describe my special place. A special place depends on the individual you are referring to. To me a special place allows the person to be happy and sad at the same place. This is where all realms of memories are made, allowing the individual to be able to reflect on them when entering that special atmosphere. In the warm summers I sit in our lawn with my dog as the cool wind blows, a feeling falls over me thinking about why I love my home and property so much and that I'm so very thankful to have it. I zone out for hours thinking about all the time that I have spent there with my family and friends. While I never regret any of the memories I have made, I cherish all of them and hold them close to my heart.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.