Haven't been writing in this blog in a
long time. So long. Well, I don't know how to get back into it, but it has
to start somewhere, right? Well, I wrote a small piece for a literature class.
It was supposed to be a first draft of a travel writing. Since I have been so
busy with assignments, this is quite an escape of this fast-paced world. As
much as I can feel the hot sun on my neck in this hot weather of Thailand, this
work is all fictional and I created it out of my own imagination. So..here goes.
I lift up my face, accepting the
hot rays of sun, and the fresh breeze that hits me in earnest. Behind my
eyelids, I can hear the gentle coos of the ocean pulling in and out. I open my
eyes. I see the lacework of palm trees above me, and the corner of my lips
rises. Far ahead, I see miles of clear water and as I walk closer to where the
wave pulls, I take my shoes off. The feeling of the warm sand reminds me of my
childhood when I came here with my family a few years back. Those memories are
what makes this place special in my heart. I walk on the wet sand as the cool
waves lick at my feet. Spotting some sparkles in the golden shore, I bend down to pick up the
varieties of seashells. Pinks, oranges, purples. The feeling of its rough shell
prickles against my hand and the feeling of the soft sand between my fingers… I
sigh in happiness bliss.
Much..much..love,
Gemma
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