“Catching a Wave”
Everyone has that moment, that moment of pure victory. When you feel like they can conquer the world. For some, its acing a test they were up till dawn studying for or being handed a polished gold medal. But for me in that breathtaking time of success, I’m riding a smooth wave of cool crisp ocean water all the way to the sandy shore.
On a sunny day perfect for surfing, I’m in the bathroom of my house. I slowly put on my skin tight wetsuit, letting each part condense my skin in preparation of the water. It forms to my body as if I picked up my shadow and wore it (simile). I looked in the mirror and smiled, I’m ready. Skipping out of the house in a hurry of excitement, I saw that my dad was ready to go with the surfboards in the trunk. Neil Young played from the stereo (sound) and I jumped anxiously in the passenger seat.
“All set?” he asked. I nodded and coming out of the long driveway I rolled down my window letting the brisk air exhilarate me (touch). I stuck my arm out and my hand was a wave of its own, moving freely with the wind. Getting lost in the moment, I could smell the salty water (smell) and the warm fuzzy seat (touch) was like crawling into bed late at night (simile). But no matter how cozy I was, there was nothing that I anticipated more than what was coming next. Finally, we arrived at the beach.
Opening the door and stepping out I felt the warm cement on the bottoms of my feet (touch). I looked around, the sky was a light blue and the sand a pale tan. The ocean, a beautiful swaying blanket of water was a mixture of endless hues of greens and blues (sight). I hear the gulls of a passing sea gull flock and to me, it sounds like music (sound, simile). I capture a picture in my mind, saving it for a time of darkness and obscurity. Everyone needs a heaven or nirvana for the thoughts, everyone needs an escape.
My dad hands me my surfboard and I hold it in one arm vertical to my body. It’s heavy and long so I decide to walk...