A restful place

Well I play basketball and because of the love or the sport, and because of the feelings that overwhelms me every time I walk to the basketball field.One of my restful places is my room. When I am in my room, I feel most relaxed. In the room, I read books and letters, think about something, and take a nap.

My apartment has three rooms. My room is a shared room, but just three people live in my apartment, so I use one room only for me. My room has two beds, one shelf, and one chest. It is simple, but very comfortable.

In my room, I love to read letters from my family. When I get a letter from them, I go to my room and read it. Sometimes, their letters are very fun, and I laugh alone in my room. The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean. 

             Just as I sit down on the sand my mind starts to unwind. The many spectacular sights jump at my eyes. As far as I can see there is turquoise water in front of me. Surfers wearing their bright colored suits grab their boards and head for the unknown. Light colored sailboats disappear in the distance. Looking farther out, I see dolphins peak out of the water. I cannot help but to think how it would feel to be so free and careless. Their grayish blue color shimmers in the fiery orange sky making me feel happy that I got to see them, even for a split moment. Couples decorated in their beach attire briskly pace in front of me. I cannot help but to wonder what their rush could be. Children feverishly dance around mounds of sand that within a short amount of time will yield the most impressive sandcastles.