light...endless white beach
girls and guys putting suntan lotion on each other
smell...the tangy odor of salt
touch...the crunchy sand between my toes
sound...gentle waves slap-lapping the beach
taste...of salt breezes and salty perspiration running into my mouth
barometric pressure...a small tightness in my chest signifying a coming drop of air pressure and possible rain
Now, you write the five or six paragraphs.
I'll never forget the day I was attacked by seagulls at the beach. Even now I can recall the sound of their screams and the beating of their wings against my face and hands. Long will I remember the taste of blood running into my mouth as I ran for the nearest cabana. I could see the rest of the crowd at the beach flee in abject terror from the great gray and white cloud of angry birds. Nowadays just the smell of the ocean will bring back the memory of that horrible, horrible day at the beach.