Escape from Reality
My Escape from Reality
Michael Petty
ENG121: English Composition I
Sara Keller
April 07, 2013
I sometimes find myself gazing off over the giant deep blue waters called the Pacific Ocean. It is as wide and far as the eye can see. The dazzling yellow and orange sun begins to fall from the sky as the day comes to an end, casting beautiful shades of pink, purple, and gold onto the white capped swells drifting toward the coastline. I am sitting the edge of a cliff which once extended hundreds of feet out towards the ocean and has since been washed away from devastating storm surges and treacherous waves. Sunset Cliffs is a place that I come to escape from reality, to dream about the future, and to relax after a long week. I sit underneath a massive palm tree that has weathered these storms for years. The palm tree stands about 50 feet tall and reminds me of an old skipper that would not abandon ship even in the most dangerous of hurricanes with gale force winds. The tree is aged and tattered and has carvings of people’s names all around it that once frequented this very same spot as I do.
Below are jagged rocks that stand fearless against the raging waters that pound against them thousands of times a day. The rocks stand strong and valiant as the waves march in like solders. It reminds me of ancient battles. The wave clash against the rocks and the spray of the water explodes into the air as if the rocks were the shields of the Roman Empire. Only this battle is never ending. The spray of the water casts a beautiful rainbow into the air as the sun’s rays illuminate each drop of water that flies through the sky.
As I gaze off to the south of me, I can see a secluded beach. The beach is only accessible from the ocean because it is tuck away in between two points that extend into the ocean. The beach is known as Seal Beach, and rightfully so because there are hundreds of seals that call that place home. I watch the seals flop along the white sandy beach
Michael Petty
ENG121: English Composition I
Sara Keller
April 07, 2013
I sometimes find myself gazing off over the giant deep blue waters called the Pacific Ocean. It is as wide and far as the eye can see. The dazzling yellow and orange sun begins to fall from the sky as the day comes to an end, casting beautiful shades of pink, purple, and gold onto the white capped swells drifting toward the coastline. I am sitting the edge of a cliff which once extended hundreds of feet out towards the ocean and has since been washed away from devastating storm surges and treacherous waves. Sunset Cliffs is a place that I come to escape from reality, to dream about the future, and to relax after a long week. I sit underneath a massive palm tree that has weathered these storms for years. The palm tree stands about 50 feet tall and reminds me of an old skipper that would not abandon ship even in the most dangerous of hurricanes with gale force winds. The tree is aged and tattered and has carvings of people’s names all around it that once frequented this very same spot as I do.
Below are jagged rocks that stand fearless against the raging waters that pound against them thousands of times a day. The rocks stand strong and valiant as the waves march in like solders. It reminds me of ancient battles. The wave clash against the rocks and the spray of the water explodes into the air as if the rocks were the shields of the Roman Empire. Only this battle is never ending. The spray of the water casts a beautiful rainbow into the air as the sun’s rays illuminate each drop of water that flies through the sky.
As I gaze off to the south of me, I can see a secluded beach. The beach is only accessible from the ocean because it is tuck away in between two points that extend into the ocean. The beach is known as Seal Beach, and rightfully so because there are hundreds of seals that call that place home. I watch the seals flop along the white sandy beach