Sense of Place

There’s a place I go back home when I want to be by myself and think. My family calls it the Beach. It is a natural sand beach that sits next to a large creek by my house. There is a small swing hanging from an oak tree that dangles over the water’s edge. It is so nice to just sit there and think about life and your problems. No one else is around and all you can hear is the water flowing past you. There are many trees surrounding the creek and the natural beach. The trees sort of lean over the creek on both sides to create a canopy. The sunlight comes through the branches at random points and makes the landscape look peaceful. The wind sometimes blows through as if it is blowing through a tunnel, straight through without wondering off. You can always hear the birds calling one another, and the leaves blowing together in the wind. Also, in the summer my friends come out and we lie on rafts in the water and soak up the sun rays poking through the trees. This is probably one of the most relaxing things to in Guilford, besides sleep.