Coral Reef Descriptive Writing

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“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”
~Aldous Huxley
I teetered on a stretch of railing that encompassed the crystal-clear glass hull of the boat that I sailed in. Schools of zebra-striped fish and reefs of brain-shaped coral passed by the window that I continued to goggle at. Minutes passed and the glass had acquired fog around the edges. A hazy film inched its way across the entirety of the frame, which blocked my view of the vast ocean beneath. In time, colorful silhouettes that rapidly left the misty frame came to a stand still, creating an elegant stained-glass scenery. If only I could see the natural beauty of the reef.
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I was left stranded in the midst of the midnight blue section of the ocean with only a life jacket and no reliable vision. My face burned from sitting under the scorching sun and partly of my embarrassment, so I ducked underneath the brackish waters. I peeked underneath the surface and my stomach clenched. Darkness everywhere. Engulfing coldness. I bathed in the heart of a death trap, with shark season quickly approaching and rare deep-sea beasts just below me. The waves didn’t help. They all lobbed and whooshed me around, forcing salty gulps of water full of unknown organisms into my throat. I choked, so I writhed and kicked until I made it above the glassy surface that separated me with precious air. My heart pounded against my chest, trying to escape the bounds it lives in. Hot tears began rolling down my face, further blurring my vision. I clenched my eyes …show more content…

I peeled myself out of the lifejacket I wore, hurled it towards the rest of its family, and focused on stumbling along to find my glasses. Everything consisted of big blobs of color all blurred together. It reminded me of a beautiful marbled glass sculpture that consisted of monochromatic blues with dashes of golden yellow, piercing orange, and viridian green, all intermingled with each other. Remnants of my recent panic attack still muddled with my mind as I was fumbling with any object that made contact with my hands. I halted in my tracks and slowed myself down in order to follow my memory of the patterns of colors that I had first seen when I took off my glasses. I pulled out my glasses from the storage area and quickly shoved them onto my face. I didn’t realize until the pain slowly ebbed away that I had a headache from having them off for a long period of time. I never felt so relieved to have my vision restored. I relied on my glasses to perceive everything, to make them

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