Personal Narrative: My Life In Tennessee

The traces in my mind of my life in Tennessee escaped my thoughts as the salt water breeze took them away. The blankets of snow, that I once knew, turned into white grains of sand that coated the steps of every shop and the bright green blades of grass were now blue curves of water that left me in a trance with every movement. Each house by the shore was painted a different bright color and was home to a collection of beach related trinkets, including broken shells, used as decor, and sand filled jars which were left by past visitors. A hammock was hung on the top story which became my safe haven of fresh air and solitude. Each morning I swung to the slow, crashing of the waves as the sun began to rise. A creaking noise filled my ears …show more content…
The sun rays left me squinting and I walked back to a shop near the shore for some shade underneath a palm tree. ’Two Gulls’ was painted on a wooden board nailed above the door and the wind chimes rang in the distance to warn the shop owners of each visitors entry. On display in the window were rows of miniature seashell necklaces, hand painted ornaments, and assorted taffy. My eyes drifted off to the shore to find a grey dolphin jump out of the water followed by a group of others. Each one had a sparkle covering its exterior that soon vanished underneath the blue abyss. I wandered away from the palm tree to the sand again to find the steps that led to my …show more content…
Each sun ray left faster than the next and I finally reached the hammock. I swayed to the rhythm of the waves while the sun slowed down and the colors kept still. Orange coated the water and pink intertwined to create a mosaic of warm hues. The wind swirled once more and waves crashed in the distance seeming further and further away. The lids of my eyes began to shut as the colors in the sky faded to a deep blue. My safe