Gabrielle Queen

Is this what it feels like to truly be alive?

My wet sandals squeak with each stride as I trail behind my friends. Trying to keep up I quickly bend down to carry them in my hands. The denim tote bag over my shoulder slides down my arm in front of me, loosening my floral pastel yellow hair sash tied to the handle. Retightening the knot, the oceanic view that seems to be on top of the world stops my movement as I come up grabbing my shoes. Eighty feet below me waves as tall as city buildings crash into the jagged multicolor rocks, reminding me how effortlessly dangerous nature truly is. My eyes follow the scenic landscape of dense green mountains and fog in the distance to the deep aqua teal hues with great white peaks, reminding me of mountains, yet violently traveling in and out uniquely ever-changing.