Creative Writing About Fishing

Kayaking Raquel Kirk

Every time I go kayaking, I have an awesome time. It never ceases to amaze me, how much peace and serenity eludes me. From the moment I step into the deep blue water and sit inside my kayak I envision my ride around the lake to my favorite spot on the swimming rock and then just gliding around till sunset. It’s a wonderful adventure that eagerly awaits me. My kayak fits me perfectly, It’s absolutely beautiful. It has the most vibrant orange with bright yellows and reds surrounding the entire kayak. It definitely stands out just like a ball of flaming sun fire. Right behind the seat, is a built in compartment where I can store some food and drinks for the day. Towards the front is a retractable foot rest, where I can position my feet comfortably to my liking. Then I sit inside and gently run my fingers along the side of its smooth and
I shift my eyes out to the rest of the lake. The view is breathtaking. The water is as clear as glass and looks like thousands of diamonds being thrown across a blue blanket, shimmering with sheer beauty. It’s as if I’m now in another world. With each stroke of my paddle, I gain more speed till I’m out in the middle of my lake. I come to a stop. I close my eyes and tilt my head upward toward the hot sun, as it beats down upon my skin. Sweats is dripping down my forehead. A warm breeze brushes up against my face. I look over just as a flock of birds were soaring by. Truly amazing. I start paddling again, heading swiftly towards the my favorite place, the swimming