A Day at the Beach
One day as I was taking a walk on the beach, I stopped to admire the crystal blue waters of the ocean. I could see schools of tropical fish, starfish floating in and out with the tide, and a pair of crabs fighting over a recently caught meal. I looked upwards on the horizon and noticed a storm coming in. “I’ll just play in the water for a few minutes.” I jumped in the ocean and swam away from the beach, leaving the stress of everyday life behind me. What feels like an eternity of serene peace abruptly ends as I look above me and see a maelstrom of death. Everyone has left me and I stand alone, bobbing my head in and out of the once peaceful water. I struggle to reach the shore, as I feel my will to live seeping away with every crash of a wave, sending me under into the cold depths of nothing. What was once a boring beach filled with random tourists and empty aluminum cans now seemed like a safe haven. I struggled and squirmed for just one gasp of air, as I finally fell into the depths of nothing. In my final moments I reminisced what was meant to be a happy trip to the beach. I came here to get away from my life, and instead I want nothing more than to return back to it. Suddenly everything came rushing into focus at once, I found myself lying on the sand with a group of people surrounding me. As I stood up to head back to my apartment, I looked back at the now peaceful ocean. It may have not been the best day at the beach, but it did teach me to enjoy all the little things in