I wrote this for my Essay class
Sight is a very strange thing. It has been key in both my greatest and worst memories. However, as hard as I try to remember, or forget, the memory is never as vivid as the initial sight. I could never give justice to the beauty that surrounds my beach house at dusk and night. My words could never paint a picture as magnificent as the numerous colors and stars that I see from the time the sun starts to set until I go to bed after a night on the beach with thousands of stars. For me, that is the pinnacle of natural beauty. I am sure some would argue that the places I have never seen are more beautiful, but my beach house is too close to my heart for me to think that anything would ever match it. For me, these sunsets and nights are what I remember most about summer.
The red, yellow, blue and white in the sky are always the perfect compliment for the crystal blue water of Lake Erie. When the sun is setting, the lake changes in accordance to the sky. If the sky is purple at sunset, the lake is dark blue and light purple. If it is red, there is red in the lake. It is quite the stunning visual. As the sun slowly makes it way behind the hill to the west, the water loses its sparkling brilliance to an oppressive darkness.
There is a short amount of time while there is still some light on the horizon that the lake has lost most of its color. This marks the end of the glamorous beauty the lake had shown from sunrise to sunset and is overtaken by a more peaceful beauty. The supermodel that is the hot day and glorious sunset has dipped out of the spotlight to allow the girl next door, with a more reserved beauty to strut her stuff. I am always in awe with this conversion from light to dark. A part of me never wants the sunset to end. I always think to myself that it would be perfect if time could stand still and I could keep this scene forever. However, my love for the sunset is fleeting when I first start to see the stars in the dark sky of the east.
It always starts slowly. I will be building a bon-fire with my friends and the stars are just starting to come up as the sun makes its final descent behind the hill, but within half an hour of this happening the sky is littered with stars. Thousands of stars that could never be seen in New York City due to the ridiculous amount of light pollution are visible to me. The stars end up illuminating the night sky, giving us a glimpse at solar systems millions of miles away and also giving us a glimpse into the past.
Sometime during the night the moon will mosey across the sky, shooting a beam of light down onto the black water. The water under the moon is always sparkling, much like the daytime, however like I mentioned before, this beauty is much more reserved. The cackling of the fire, the water brushing against the shore and the music that has been picked out makes for a perfect sonic backdrop to this peaceful sight. I can get lost in this sky for hours. Looking for constellations and shooting stars becomes an activity that I take part in for hours while the others around the fire are talking, roasting marshmallows, drinking or sharing a kiss.
I have enjoyed this sky every summer for the past ten years. It has yet to fail me. The sky over Lake Erie has been one of the only constants in my life. A constant reminder of how beautiful the world really is. While everything else in my life changes, from my age to the people that I share this picture with, the sky is continually beautiful.
The red, yellow, blue and white in the sky are always the perfect compliment for the crystal blue water of Lake Erie. When the sun is setting, the lake changes in accordance to the sky. If the sky is purple at sunset, the lake is dark blue and light purple. If it is red, there is red in the lake. It is quite the stunning visual. As the sun slowly makes it way behind the hill to the west, the water loses its sparkling brilliance to an oppressive darkness.
There is a short amount of time while there is still some light on the horizon that the lake has lost most of its color. This marks the end of the glamorous beauty the lake had shown from sunrise to sunset and is overtaken by a more peaceful beauty. The supermodel that is the hot day and glorious sunset has dipped out of the spotlight to allow the girl next door, with a more reserved beauty to strut her stuff. I am always in awe with this conversion from light to dark. A part of me never wants the sunset to end. I always think to myself that it would be perfect if time could stand still and I could keep this scene forever. However, my love for the sunset is fleeting when I first start to see the stars in the dark sky of the east.
It always starts slowly. I will be building a bon-fire with my friends and the stars are just starting to come up as the sun makes its final descent behind the hill, but within half an hour of this happening the sky is littered with stars. Thousands of stars that could never be seen in New York City due to the ridiculous amount of light pollution are visible to me. The stars end up illuminating the night sky, giving us a glimpse at solar systems millions of miles away and also giving us a glimpse into the past.
Sometime during the night the moon will mosey across the sky, shooting a beam of light down onto the black water. The water under the moon is always sparkling, much like the daytime, however like I mentioned before, this beauty is much more reserved. The cackling of the fire, the water brushing against the shore and the music that has been picked out makes for a perfect sonic backdrop to this peaceful sight. I can get lost in this sky for hours. Looking for constellations and shooting stars becomes an activity that I take part in for hours while the others around the fire are talking, roasting marshmallows, drinking or sharing a kiss.
I have enjoyed this sky every summer for the past ten years. It has yet to fail me. The sky over Lake Erie has been one of the only constants in my life. A constant reminder of how beautiful the world really is. While everything else in my life changes, from my age to the people that I share this picture with, the sky is continually beautiful.