Speckles of sand were lifted off the beach and snatched by a gust of wind, they flew in all different directions, dancing in the breeze. I laid my eyes upon the young girl eagerly seeking a stick in the nearby sand. I admired her silky blond hair, that she described as white, that lay sprawled across her back. And, I took in her bold blue eyes that shone with pride as she found a suitable stick to demonstrate her most recent triumph. The stick she found was thin and dotted with moss, it comprised of many diverse shades of brown, and with it, she began to indent the sand with the letters of her name. With great care and precision, she took her time to make sure every letter was perfect. At only three she reached just past my elbow, making me …show more content…
Just before the water brushed our toes, we sprinted back, to where the sand was hot and dry, untouched by the cool water. We sat back down on the beach the grainy sand, cold from the autumn breeze pressed up against our legs. Savannah began to gather up the damp sand in her little hands, and I noticed how each grain slightly varied in colour, I saw the speckles of sand being pushed under her sparkly pink fingernails, and I watched as the sand slipped between her fingers, falling softly and slowly like light rain. As each grain hit the ground I could hear a soft sound like a waterfall in the distance and I watched as the other speckles scampered away, as if they were alive. She piled the sand into a mound, grabbing one handful after another. I clambered up onto my knees and began to help, the damp sand cold against my warm fingers. As, I added a couple of handfuls to her pile, she lifted her hands, which were coated in tiny clusters of the wet sand, and gently patted it down, the sand fused together forming an oddly shaped
She dug her hand deep into the cool damp sand and closed her eyes. Squishing the moist grains with her fingers in the fury of the day reminded her of afternoons just laying in bed wrapped up in clean, white sheets, waiting for an answer.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
As she was walking in the smooth sand where the water met the land, she noticed all the small and big pebbles implanted into the sand. Every now and then she would find a seashell to add to her collection. She then came across this seashell that interested her. It had a hole that was big enough to place your ear in and it was white with brown colored marks on it. Julie put her ear in to find out what she would hear. She heard what sounded like the waves in the ocean. After finding a few more seashells, Julie walked back to where her stuff was at and found her family was still walking around. She then lay down under the umbrella and relaxed her
She stretched out her hand, and I went down on my knee and put it to my lips. I
Afternoons were often quiet peaceful in the rebellion. Today was an expection. This particular afternoon was anything but quiet and peaceful. One of the patrols had been ambushed, nothing new there, ambushes were expected. But this wasn't a regular ambush.
It had been twenty days straight…twenty days this cargo ship braced the ocean. We were now near the horn of Africa and we had all been fatigued of the tiresome journey. On day 21 the dark clouds threateningly hovered above our heads. A big storm seemed imminent.
She writes on the sand, help, and then she passes her hand in what she wrote, making the word disappear from the sand.
“Out into the water?” Gemma said, her eyes widening. “ Well, yeah, I mean it’s got an oar and everything.”
It was the beginning of summer break. The sun was crisp and warm, and the most popular lake in Nashville, Tennessee had swarms of people there. The water was as fresh as a mint leaf and the sand was like carpet under your feet. It was the hotspot of the summer and everyone was dying to go. Baylee, Lizzy, and Britney were on there way to the lake.
he radiant ball emerges, rising elegantly on the distant horizon, sending down its radiant light while the waves embrace the soft, wet sand. The breeze is a refuge from the morning sun; the clouds’ reflections move as a dance in the waves. I sit engrossed and allow the soft foamy mist from the rampant waves forming a feathery ocean spray which wafts lightly across my face. When the sun has completely risen above the horizon and the day has begun. The colours of the sea, the sky and the sand swirl together and eventually shape my day into perfection.
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
And so with fair skies and following winds they sailed south, further south than they had ever been before. They sailed for seven days and seven nights, and on the morning of the eighth day, at the break of dawn, they saw land. It wasn't much, a small strip of land, but with two tall mountains and some trees, Jack knew it was the place. As the ship drew nearer, he began to see the island better, and he could see the beach. The sand was smooth, and white. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen in all of his years. Jack could see now that there were more than a few trees here. There was a thick tropical forest stretching from one mountain to the other. And the mountains were sending up small wisps of smoke. As the ship drew nearer, it hit him.
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
He was very familiar with that anxious, apologetic smile. Contrition sent him running after her. And yet, as he ran, he looked back over his shoulder at the wild bay; and all morning, as he played on the safe beach, he was thinking of it. Next morning, when it was time for the routine of swimming and sunbathing, his mother said, "Are you tired of the usual beach, Jerry?
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.