To the End

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. This day happened on my spring break, in the beginning of April, my senior year. As I walked upon the beach the salty, floating breeze of Panama City was enough to make my knees go weak. I looked into the clear blue sky and saw the perfection of life. I took a moment to gaze about what nature has offered to me. Everything on this beach has its own unique feel and it has its own way of making you feel calm and relaxed.

“Hello,” a clam, kind voice said. My eyes flashed open and darted around looking at the room I was in. It was a bedroom. A grand, white, perfect bedroom. I was on the bed, just laying on the top. My hands were folded, and I felt at peace. I felt comfortable.

My toes wiggling in the damp golden sand. The salty air invading my nostrils. Ocean waves are crashing up against the shore and receding back into the deep blue waters. The ultraviolet rays of the sun are heating my pale skin. William and the boys are building a large sandcastle. They cover the gleaming turrets with slimy brown seaweed and pristine white shells. The rolling hills to my right are a dark shade of green, having been healthily watered by the summer showers. Small feathery clouds move steadily through the gleaming blue limitless

My surroundings felt concealed and unknown, looking around at people who were parallel to the way I looked and as those tears roll down my cheek to form the ocean I was drowning in; her eyes caught the glimpse of fear in mine, and she drew me close in. I gazed into her sea-green eyes and saw the depths of the ocean I flew across, to arrive at a place where I felt

The night, when it happened, felt like so many others. You were with her, alone in this atrocious woods, under this oak tree. She reached out her hand and held yours, reminding you you’d never be alone. You and her sat there, backs against the moss, exchanging blissful nothings for centuries compacted in

The past hour was something strange. I had never seen the city so clearly before — all the lights, reflecting softly on the dampened air the rain had heralded. There was a festive feeling all around us. We continued to walk on the white pavement, the reflection from the wetness illuminating our hopes and fears. Talking about everything, we were heading towards nothing. We walked close enough that our hands sometimes brushed against each other, and a small shiver would run down our arms. We did this with the naïveté of first love, never bothering to acknowledge it, other than the occasional shared smile.

I followed her example and shed my chainmail and sword in our tent before taking our walk. When I came out, she looped her arm around mine and we took a stroll to the water’s edge and peered out over the rippling water. The sea breeze had mitigated to a wavering but light blow, rather than a strong rush of air from the bay. We could sense the temperature gradient changing with the falling sun, a normal

"I'll see you tomorrow," I faked a smile to Ross, squeezing his hand in false comfort, he tried his best not to wince. With that, I was gone. I inhaled generously. The same chill that molded me hours before, disfigured me now. The sky had darkened from the familiar grey to a severe sable. The night air was crisp, beating harshly against my neck. It's temperature had dropped, comfort was nowhere in sight. The murky clouds were thick and heavy, blotting out every star. The relentless shadows tapered off into the sharp horizon, holes where the decorations of the heavens should lie like glittered jewels.

When she finally reached the lake she noticed that it was clean and very clearer than the river by her house. On the side of the lake she found a small beach where the sand’s texture was so smooth it felt good

I was too tired and weak to bother protesting anymore. Long had it been since the fight had left me. Now I watched as if an outsider as my limp body was shoved onto a packed train that would take us to our deaths. If we didn't die on the way first.

When I first arrived at the park, it was in the evening time and the air had a nice breeze going that sides chills up and down your body, but not enough to put a jacket on. The breeze rustled the leaves on the tree. The sun was going down very slowly, but the rays of the sun danced on my skin. It smelled of freshly cut grass, because the city lawn maintenance people just finished doing the yard work. I found my way to a table in the shade where I could observe my surroundings. Once you drown out the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze, the sound of children playing hit your ears. On the other side of the park, several children were laughing and playing on the playground. There were children swinging on the swing talking and laughing with each other. Next to the swing at the bottom of a jungle gym a mother waits for her child to slide to the bottom. Watching the children laugh and playing made me fill relaxed. At the money bars a dad helping his daughter get across to the end. I was instantly reminded a time when I was that small and I wanted to be a big kid and go across the monkey bars, but I fell.

As the breathless passion of my first love affair flourished, I openly worshipped his voice. I bathed in his thoughts and explored the length of his body. His words stirred in me like the flutter of an unborn child, faint yet unmistakable. He was mine and I was his, and I opened myself freely to him.

It was quite fascinating watching the seasons pass by, the autumn leaves shimmering brightly upon the sweet ambient embrace of the sun. When spring rolled around wild rabbits pounce about, quite inquisitive animals they were with their stout noses, mischievously pondering about with a great deal of vigilance. The miserable winter plight brought about an unforgiving chill that made the hairs on your skin stand up on end. A shallow frost covered the ground turning the place into our own little winter wonderland, the first speckles of the sun glistening upon the humble earth. On the break of summer, the sweet melody of songbirds echoed around in upheaving harmony. It was

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.

The warm pool water felt so nice moving across my smooth stagnant still body, as the cool Florida breeze brushed against my face. The sky was black as coal, and it looked like endless darkness. Not a single star was in the sky. I sat there staring at the pool changing all the colors of the rainbows from the large light in the pool. The sight of the lights was so delightful. All was silent, except for a cricket that broke the silence every now and then. But I continued to lay there embracing the silence and peacefulness.