From a creative writing writing assignment about description.
It was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater. The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of little white pin pricks. Every now and then, a twinkle caught her eye. This was an unfamiliar sight from her city life, where the lights never went down, perpetually hiding the beauty of the nighttime sky.
The ocean waves lapped lazily at the shore, a jumble of navy and royal blue that glistened in the night. White foam crested the top of the waves as they approached, spilling onto the sand like a net being cast.
The foam bubbled over the sand and the shells that littered the beach. The shore here was so unlike the beaches at home; the shoreline at home had been picked through by the millions of people that visit every day, all year round. It offered no more surprises. Here, it was much less populated, and the kids didn’t have time to play in the sand and make sand castles and look for shells. They had jobs, they had to eat, to survive.
The gentle sound of the waves hitting the beach sounded almost like a lullaby. She closed her eyes, nestling deeper…
