Something old I found.

Model writing: My Escape

As I round the bend, I know that I am getting closer. A smile begins to come over my face as I can hear the lapping of the water and the blowing wind. Finally, it is before me. Its vastness is breathtaking. You can’t see its end. The deep blues and light blues show its varying depths. The reflection of the sun off the bright sand is nearly blinding and makes me squint. I take off my shoes or sandals so that I can feel the warmth beneath my feet. I can see the lighthouse in the distance. It seems like a speck of red as it’s so far down the beach. I love to walk along the shore as the sand is harder to walk on from being wet. The water laps at my feet begging to get my pants wet. The gritty sand beneath my toes feels good. As I walk, I pause to turn around to watch my footprints fade away in the waves. As I walk further, seagulls are gathered near the shore and you can hear their cackling as they scoot away. Eventually, they quickly fly away to re-gather on the shore behind me. The smells of drying seaweed along the shore or a dead fish that may have washed up are luckily infrequent. I can walk for miles along the beach as it seems like it’ll never end. The rising hills of sand beside me and the vast lake to the other side make me feel small yet cared for in a way. I feel safe here. The beach along Lake Michigan is my favorite place in the world. Whenever I am there I feel at home. I feel safe. It’s my escape.