Journal Using Imagery
I listened this morning as I walked down to the sand
“Whooosh, Shhhh, Whoooosh, Shhhh, Whoooosh”
That ever-present sound of the ocean that is so familiar to all of us.
Then I stepped off of the rough, splinter-ridden walkway
And onto the cool, damp, morning sand
It ground its way through my toes, sending a cold shiver up my back
The sun was just coming up, a big, soft-glowing, red fireball
And it caught the rest of the sky on fire
With flames from yellow to orange to red,
And a few hints of pure white as it burned through the clouds
On the horizon sat three shrimp boats, just shadows in front of the fireball
Happily sending the stench of fresh fish to shore as they raked in their payload
Now the entire beach smelled like a pier, minus the aroma of old men and their Skoal
So I stood with the warm land breeze on my back
And the cold sea spray on my front, tasting the wet, salty air
It reminded me of getting a taste of that horribly salted ocean water when I was little
Then it started to rain, it was a delicate, warm mist
That fell with a low ‘pitter patter’ on the sand, but with the sound of a shower over the water
Then, before I drowned on the shore, I ran back home.
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Visual |
Auditory |
Olfactory |
Gustatory |
Contact |
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Big, soft-glowing, red fireball
Flames from yellow to orange to red
Hints of pure white as it burned through the clouds |
Whooosh, Shhhh, Whooosh, Shhhh
Low ‘pitter patter’ on the sand, but with the sound of a shower on the water
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Stench of fresh fish
Aroma of old men and their Skoal
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Tasting the wet, salty air
Horribly salted ocean water |
Rough, splinter-ridden walkway
Cool, damp morning sand
Ground through my toes
Cold shiver
Warm land breeze
Cold sea spray |
