San Diego.. miss home
I strode upon the vibrant green blades of grass, the sun casting an orange tint to the visage. My eyes began to wander upwards at the source of the mango orange color that now mingled with every aspect of the beautiful day. The sign inscribed with “Scripps Institute of Oceanography” now came to life, turning a hue of grape purple, completely transforming the lifeless brown it normally adorned. The ocean now came into view as I progressed through the grassy knoll of magical colors. The wind lightly chopped the formation of the small crests, creating a white color helping render a turquoise quality to the rich emerald ocean. The turmoil of turquoise ocean had a light orange-juice touch, making the color of what would be an incredibly rare jewel. The clouds appeared in great blocks of gently serrated saws, tarnished by the wind, yet beautified by the organized maelstrom presented by their arrangement. White? Oh no, these clouds were far from that. The expanse above, known as the heavens now became a delicately embroidered fuschia, touched by a gradient of orange becoming darker as it rose on the horizon. I sat upon the makeshift bench and admired this beauteous evening transpire. To gauge the full experience, I photographed the image in my mind’s eye and began accepting only the disturbances in the air, eyes lightly shut. The slow roll of thunder reverberated through my ears as the light breeze lapped upon my face, adding a whistle of woe to this melodious flow. The storm seemed to build as the roils of thunder came louder, only to epitomize with the sound of a sighing beast, exhaling tired from a day’s work. The brittle sand crystals rubbed against each other as the wave washed over them, making the agitated librarian that was the sand shush nature, hissing like a leaking tire with a soft repeating crunch. Suddenly my ears were cupped and the sounds dulled. I open my eyes to see my friend as she snapped me out of enhanced reality.
