Personal Narrative On The Beach

Wandering aimlessly in the pitch black along the shoreline, my mother and I depended on flashlights and the brightly lit stars since they were our only source of light. The boisterous chirping of the birds was unheard of at this time along with the sight of the playful squirrels. Nature was tranquil. Humming of the ice-cold ocean waves and our feet shuffling as we stepped on top of the soft, damp sand were the only sources of sound. The gentle breeze split through my hair and sent chills throughout my entire body. Nothing but darkness laid ahead of us but the blackness now attracted me, pulling me further into the night.