Arctic Ascendance
The walls begin to close in on me. The ocean floor collapses around my feet and pulls me under. The water splashes above my neck like waves crashing into the side of a ship. The space around me is filled with the ice-cold seawater. The bathing suit that I wear constricts around my waist. I feel the air escape out of my lungs and bubbles reach for the surface. I feel my lungs begin to collapse, my heart begins to swell, and my limbs begin to throb.
I sink further into the sand, I feel sand crabs scamper across my feet, shells brush against my ankles, and my thoughts disappear into the deep, dark abyss. It is all gone.
My recent memories resurface in my brain – the memories from earlier today: waking up in my warm bed back in …show more content…
I’m out!” I rush out of the water and I run to my towel that lays in the cold, damp sand just a short way up the hill. The sand grains shoot into my skin like bullets in the chest of a fallen soldier.
I finally grasp my towel and whip it around my body, searching for the nonexistent warmth within. My opponent in the “Polar Plunge” quickly races behind me in my escape and wraps herself in a towel. The video recorder of the Plunge records as we sprint out of the icy ocean and throw ourselves into our towels.
She stands, shivering as the wind blows against her, slowly starting to transition to a blue color. The breeze that follows her carries the smell of salt, fish, and a sandwich being eaten by a scruffy sailor about a mile away at sea.
Her blond hair with brown roots flows with the motion of the wind in front of her face. Small wisps of hair get caught in between the valleys on her chapped, winter-dried lips.
I look her up and down as I stand in the middle of the wind currents. She is cuddled in a grey short-sleeve shirt and a black North Face jacket. Her legs are then wrapped in black leggings, letting the wind seep through the material and into her pale, newly blue
The walls begin to close in on me. The ocean floor collapses around my feet and pulls me under. The water splashes above my neck like waves crashing into the side of a ship. The space around me is filled with the ice-cold seawater. The bathing suit that I wear constricts around my waist. I feel the air escape out of my lungs and bubbles reach for the surface. I feel my lungs begin to collapse, my heart begins to swell, and my limbs begin to throb.
I sink further into the sand, I feel sand crabs scamper across my feet, shells brush against my ankles, and my thoughts disappear into the deep, dark abyss. It is all gone.
My recent memories resurface in my brain – the memories from earlier today: waking up in my warm bed back in …show more content…
I’m out!” I rush out of the water and I run to my towel that lays in the cold, damp sand just a short way up the hill. The sand grains shoot into my skin like bullets in the chest of a fallen soldier.
I finally grasp my towel and whip it around my body, searching for the nonexistent warmth within. My opponent in the “Polar Plunge” quickly races behind me in my escape and wraps herself in a towel. The video recorder of the Plunge records as we sprint out of the icy ocean and throw ourselves into our towels.
She stands, shivering as the wind blows against her, slowly starting to transition to a blue color. The breeze that follows her carries the smell of salt, fish, and a sandwich being eaten by a scruffy sailor about a mile away at sea.
Her blond hair with brown roots flows with the motion of the wind in front of her face. Small wisps of hair get caught in between the valleys on her chapped, winter-dried lips.
I look her up and down as I stand in the middle of the wind currents. She is cuddled in a grey short-sleeve shirt and a black North Face jacket. Her legs are then wrapped in black leggings, letting the wind seep through the material and into her pale, newly blue