(I wrote alongside my students today, and they responded to this prompt – slow down time and describe a place which is vivid in your memory.)
The summer wind blows the tall sharp sweetgrass clinging to the white sandy mounds. Swirls of miniscule stones strike my legs like a multitude of beads, and the clatter of poplar leaves makes it nearly impossible to hear those already on the beach ahead of me. The lake, white-capped by the strong gusts, swells and bodies flow up and down with the waves.
My eyes water as I squint to block the glaring rays of afternoon sun high in the sky. Vagues shrieks of children and the sound of splashing water travels on gusts of air. Once we crest the small sand dune, we see a vacant spot on the warm sand welcoming a towel and umbrella. I am in blues and whites and greens of nature, and my nose consumes the scents of sunscreen, wind, and water. This is my place of rest.
Sandbanks Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
Thinking in a White Room 
Crafted so vividly, I can smell the sunscreen and water, feel the sand and stones.
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I love the poetry of this line: “I am in blues and whites and greens of nature” and the imagery in the whole piece that brings to mind the beaches of my childhood. I feel like I’ve had a moment of transport back to the lake.
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It’s so wonderful when a reader sees the vision of your writing- thank you for the best kind of compliment 🙏
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Sounds like a beautiful place! You’ve painted a beautiful picture with your words. Bring on summer!
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lovely! I bet this was a lot of fun to write with the students. As for me, I’m dreaming of the lake thanks to this vivid description.
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