Blog Post #2

Shannon Poirier

Professor Melinda Schroeder

English Comp. 101 - Blog #2


     As I walk from my car, I can smell the ocean breeze already.  The sea gulls are screaming and

circling around in the air.  There are children running and playing in the long-abandoned buildings

that were built to protect our country.  The air is salty, there is sand making its way in to my flip-flops

and softly exfoliating my feet.  Once I pass over the hill and make my way around the buildings, my

breath is taken away by the burst of wind that comes at my face. The salt spray stings my eyes.  I can

smell seaweed and wet sand. 

The sand has given away to rocks, millions of little rocks.  I walk closer to the shore and see in the

distance the tide pools that are exposed. I can see a seal swimming around just off shore.  I pick up

little pieces of sea glass.  Their once sharp, jagged edges are now soft and smooth from years of

rolling in the surf.  I spend hours here, listening to the birds, the waves, the wind.  It is my private

sanctuary where I can go to collect my thoughts and relax.