Just Like a Dream The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful where I can go to escape all the pressures and worries of life. It is the place to go to soothe away all my problems and troubles in times of stress. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the easiest. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. This one place capable of sending my senses into an overload is Coronado Island in San Diego County California.
As I stroll alongside the sandy shore line one particular warm evening, I couldn’t help but be taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. Walking on the beach of Coronado is like walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the sun’s rays with joy. Looking across the landscape of Coronado beach is similar to looking out into a desert because of its vastness. In three directions there is nothing but mounds of rolling endless sand peppered with palm trees. The sugar-like sand beneath my feet looks like sparkling jewelry and seems to spread out for miles.
I close my eyes and feel the velvet-silk sand squish between my toes and collapse under my weight with each step I take making my claves ache. Reopening my eyes I look to the left and see deserted sand castles that struggle to remain intact from the slight breeze slowly blowing them away and admire pale ghost crabs zigzagging like thieves in the night, across the gently sloping sandbanks that made up the beach. I stop walking and look behind me and watch my footprints in the lustrous sand become devoured and washed into nonexistence by the waves. I hear the wind tenderly whispering in my ears as if it were calling my name.
I turn back towards the shore and see tall palm trees sway in the breeze. The wind rustles through the long, green, needle-like leave of the palm tree making calm, gentle, and peaceful sounds. The sounds of Beach Coronado are that of harmony. Another of the sounds I tune to is the sound of the seagulls singing and chirping creating a song in unity with the cool sea breeze while they glide on eddying currents in the wind. I notice it begin to become darker so I look towards the horizon, and to my surprise, the setting sun hangs in the sky like a red-orange balloon off in the distance.
The sky has transformed into a colorful horizon filled with streams of hot passionate colors battling against the icy winter colors. Striking hues of pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry reds are fighting a hopeless battle against shades of midnight indigo and denim blue. The sun is slowly going down the horizon. As it goes down, the burning light of the sun gets dull and its tint starts to mingle with the light blue color of the sky and produces a breath taking sight. It’s like watching a caterpillar metamorphosis slowly into a butterfly.
The dull light of the sun somehow illuminates everything in a way I had never seen them before. Everything is almost still and the effect of the light makes the scene look like one in a beautiful painting. The sea also showing off a wide range of colors that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers. The sun is gradually going down and by the time it has almost disappeared, the beautiful spectrum of colors have merged into one another to create a fusion of blue’s and purples. As the daylight falls to the darkness of night I can feel the change in temperature on my skin.
A chilly mist can be felt in the wind blowing off the calm sea and soon the soft noises of dusk become the creepy noises of night, and at this time I feel it necessary to retire to the safety of an illuminated house. As I regretfully make my way back to the shore, I glance one last time at the sky and commit this perfect dream like moment to memory. I know for certain I will never forget the pleasant breeze, the sweet smell of salty water mixed in sand and the sound of waves crashing against each other completed the scene of a perfect sunset I had always read about in books.