Descriptive Essay: Flip Flap

Flip Flap, Flip Flap, was the sound of our treasured red, white, and blue banner that waved in the land of the free and the brave. Its awestriking appearance greeted my eyes as my family and I pulled into the bumpy, gravel parking lot that awaited our car’s arrival. As soon as my size 11 shoes hit the sun bathed ground of Charleston, South Carolina, I felt many of my troubles float off in the direction of the glistening Atlantic Ocean. Even though the 90 degree weather that enveloped Charleston during the summer scorched my tan desiring skin, it sent warmth throughout my body that shockingly caused me to shiver in delight. It sensed as if the whole world around me drifted away into the deep abyss of blue, foaming, water that rested on the horizon,
I could see the intricate designs of grapevines that had been masterfully carved into the light oak posts that held the entryway above my head. Through a miniature window on the far side of the room, I could get a slight glance of the steaming pasta noodles that had been drenched in luscious red spaghetti sauce, before the waitress guided us to our seats. I could feel anticipation building up as the waitress guided us to one of the most well placed tables in the whole restaurant. The light brown, cloth drapes that rested against the smooth brick wall of the restaurant grazed my arm as I passed under one of the exits outside. As soon as the fresh air whipped my face, the noticeable scent of fresh chocolate mousse cake assaulted my nose. I could feel the soft, plush cushioning that rested underneath my backside as I sat down to great relief. My eyes scanned my surroundings, taking in all the sights and smells that I could contain within myself without being overwhelmed. Of all the places to be right then, Charleston was the one. I had experienced the smell of chocolate, the taste of lasagna, the sound of the ocean, the sight of warm, crisp sand, and the feeling of being happy and glad for what I