Statement of Intent

I intend to write a piece of creative writing, describing Karon Bay. I will use figuritive language and appeal to the senses of the reader,

Karon Bay

It is summer, late evening in the humming resort town of Karon. The bay sits full and overpopulated as the focal point for tourists to watch the ever mesmerising sunset. The last beams are laying to rest as the glowing sun dips below the horizon setting faces alight with the orange and pink hues it begins to shed across the once blue sky. 

Look at the first glimpse of stars as they appear, dancing playfully in the sky, adding sparkle to the glowing sand beneath me. The moon tonight is mesmerising with its pearl-like figure gleaming as it begins to appear from behind the horizon. It makes its first grand appearance into centre stage as the crowd watches on in awe. A single yacht sways playfully out to sea, and as the wave crests rise gently its lights wink at us in the distance. 

Listen, to the birds chirping in the distance as they glide across the sky forming striking silhouettes in the distance. A slight humming of bees in the background chimes in with them. They play hide and seek between the flowers, buzzing from one to the next, soon to settle with the light of day. The ocean creates a calming rhythm as its waves lap the sand swirling it around and releasing once again in the same swift motion. 

The ocean breeze whips over the waves and meets my skin with a light salty mist and sweeps through every hair on my head. It swirls swiftly around the palms slightly rustling their leaves, one by one. Walking along the beach, the sand shifts with every step, still damp from the retreating tide but warm as it holds the sunlight it endured throughout the day. 

Look. Dusk takes over the bay now as a dark velvet blanket has been draped over the once gleaming sky, closing the night’s show. The moon now stands tall from above, in its prime position to watch over the town. Countless stars, countless flashes, reflect with lasers of moonlight onto the sea, setting it aglow and compelling the seabed below. The water now stands still with not a single boat in sight, it waits calmly and patiently for the company when the sun rises again. The birds and bees have settled for the night, leaving only a few long and dark outstretched shadows of emptiness and abandonment as the only presence left lingering on the shore. Leaving it lonely, silent, deserted. 

Now listen, as the waves continue to roll swiftly onto the soft shore, breaking subtly as they stretch out, and bathing the seashore as they foam gently. In the background the occasional tuk-tuk trundles by, the faint rumble of its engine travelling off into the distance, taking people to the pumping city centre of Patong, miles away from this eerie silence. 

The breeze once cool and calming picks up to a faster pace now, sending my hair into all different directions – north, east, south, west. It rustles the trees with more force than before to disrupt the silence with a cry from the trees, as they wish for the sun to come again.