Find contentment....

An imagery exercise for English. Thinking back, I think that I may have been thinking about Marco Island, Florida.....

A darkness so black your eyes feel like velvet. The wind warm and damp, lazily caressing your bare shins. The sounds of traffic so distant they become almost indistinguishable from each other and even the faintest sound waves from that seemingly other world that reach your ears become confused with other sensations entering your head. You taste salt. You smell the faintly foul smell of seaweed. The sand shifts beneath your feet and waves lap shyly at your toes. If you were to open your eyes you would see the ethereal expanse of silvery, moonlit sands and the water disappearing into the dark horizon, floating the stars, but as it is, you are content to allow your vision to stay in that velvety ink and find contentment in these simple sensations.