Descriptive Essay On A Trip To Florida

The first day of the trip to Florida started off with the cars on the highway being bumper to bumper; we were at a stand still. My parents spoke to me in a tone that sounded like they were using a blow horn. The first day made me want to explode, for my blood started to boil every time my parents spoke to me. Later on that same day, we all decided that it would be a good idea to go to the beach. The tension between my parents and I began to grow, because I just stopped talking. After another thirty minutes, we finally reached the beach and I did not have to worry about anything. Soon as my feet hit the beach, the muscle in my body relaxed and my mind could think clearly again. The first thing I decided to do was to go into the water to
The water that surrounded me had a light blue tint to it; the water stood as clear as a person who has 20/20 vision. The water allowed me to see my feet that were wrinkled from the water. The sand beneath my feet started moving and became as soft as a baby’s bottom, that I could even feel the individual grains between my toes. I then looked up at the horizon and the sun, as a bright red and orange semi-circle in the sky, shined brightly upon my face. The sun’s beams of light touched my skin and made my body warm from the inside out. My surrounding helped me get into my own mindset; as if I stood alone with my feet in the water, meditating and trying to find inner peace. The consistent waves of the water enabled me to maintain this mindset, as the scene around me became heavenly and idealistic of the perfect place for me. Then a small delicate object passed by my feet, not just one time but multiple times. My eyes slowly moved down to glance at my feet, and realized it was a small gray bodied animal; it was a fish. The fish squirmed around my feet, and move as though it was a earth worm wiggling in my hand. I slowly lower my hands into the water, trying not to scare the fish, so I could grab one with my hands. I continued to slowly move downwards and when a fish came swimming by, I clinched my fist tight as can be; I did not catch one. Without anything to do, I just stood there thinking and realizing how peaceful the beach made me. After three hours at the beach, my face began to droop at the thought that we were about to leave. The beach became the place where I needed to go to relax and to become one with myself. My body let go of the tension that I had for my parents, and the image will always be imprinted in my brain. When I think about the beach, my thoughts of any anger or pain just washes away and it becomes my happy