Journey
It was early in the morning, when the sky was still dim, I was walking on the beach with my scandals off, feeling the grainy sand between my toes. As the tide hit on shore, the spray of water splashed on my skin, I felt completely safe. As I looked back, the footprints I left showed my path. A small tide pool with scattered starfish and vibrantly coloured peri-winkles glistened in the sunlight. I looked out to sea and just on the horizon there was a little boat just drifting along. I wished I could be on that boat just floating, no cares, no worries just me and the water. I imagined the journey I would take. I would sail until I hit a deserted island with palm trees, exotic fruit and golden sand. I would have complete silence, were I can plan out my life and not be disturbed by the impending studying, exams and homework. No one would be there to criticize me, tell me what to do. I'll be free, free to be me the individual. Then coming back to reality I look around me at the deserted beach and realised the things I'm running from are what I need to be able to move forward. My dog comes running towards me, flapping its ears and covered in seaweed. We go but leaving our footprints behind from our journey.
By Courtney o' Sullivan