"Though the Sawgrass"

As I make my way to the lake with paper and pen in hand, down the little hill behind my dorm. Through the itchy, sharp grass, toward where I always sit. Sitting here on the sand makes my thinking process much clearer. I enjoy reading out here with the sound of soft waves. It’s wet now and the rain has made the water level rise causing the rock I would always sit on to become submerged. Yet this didn’t stop my writing, I looked for another place to sit. The lake is calm today and dark, the weather is very gloomy, there’s not even any boats out. All I hear is the chirping of birds in the distance hidden among the sawgrass. The lake isn’t still but as the wind blows across, it forms small waves that gently move the algae I was looking at. I poke it, feeling its warm gooey texture. The sand feels wonderful between my toes, it’s so mushy and familiar. I wish I could smell the lake today, but my allergies got the best of me while I was away back at home. All I can smell though is the bug spray, I put on before I came out here and eww I just tasted the bug spray that was nasty, I hate when that happens, now the taste is stuck in my mouth. As I let that moment pass, I look into the water that the little fish making bubbles along the top, while searching for some food along the algae. Then my focus changes to the water bugs their odd shaped bodies just zipping along the top of the water like miniature speed boats. Though I want to stay in this tranquil place the clouds over head are dark, I better get out of here before I get caught in this downpour. I love to sit here and do my homework assignments and read, but I know I’ll be back soon.