I imagine myself waking up on the most beautiful day around mid-morning. It’s the end of summer and the beginning of fall. There is a light breeze and the temperature is perfect, not to warm and not to cool. The birds are singing a beautiful song and there is not a cloud in the bright blue sky. The leaves are just beginning to change. The oranges, reds, and yellows look stunning scattered throughout the magnificent patches of green. I drive to the beach and continue to look at the indicators that fall will arrive soon. I park the car and walk across the footbridge to the beach where I sit in the lifeguard’s chair, staring out into the frothy waves. I leave my shoes and slowly wander down to the ocean. The sand feels coarse and moist between
...as hurriedly approaching my toes. I clinched my toes deeper in the sand to prepare myself to get annihilated by the wave’s white water. But, of course, it was just the familiar feeling of the cool rush between my feet as they sunk deeper into the sand. Scanning the water vigorously, I tippy toed my way out into bottomless ocean. Remembering the feeling of the tingle and than burn, I peered back to see my beach chair waiting for me in the scorching sun. While I contemplated turning around and heading back to my safe place. I continued on. I continued to walk forward. I did not stop once the water passed my waist. I would not let the phobia of jellyfish hold me back from the once place I loved the most. As the water washed over the tips of my hair, warm memories of my past fled into my mind. I let my once again peach colored toes disappear deeper into the blue water.
Firstly, Ocean City boasts an awe-inspiring appeal to our senses through its grace. I begin each visit standing stagnant; stunned by the beauty the city entails. Each time, I soak up the sensation of the grain beneath my feet, the way it appeared as though the waves
Looking to her left and right she looked for a semi empty space on the beautiful white sand that stretched for miles long each ways. Laying her vibrant colorful towel in the sand laying down ready to catch some rays. In not time she was sweating like a pig. She decided to get into the water feeling the cool refreshing water hit her toes first then traveling all the way up her body. After cooling off she headed back to the house in the late afternoon heat.
Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis is one of the most intriguing books for not only students of history, but for anyone who can enjoy the historical time that was taking place in Islam through the late 1970s’ and 1980s’. Through the eyes of a child, Marji shows the underlying issues dealing with war from a child’s perspective, moral uncertainty and the impacts on class differences.
As the dog days of summer grind on, I start to turn my attention to autumn. It’s a magical time of the year tucked between the hot and sticky summer, and the cold, harsh winter. If there is one season that can turn back the clock, it is fall. The days slowly start losing length and the humidity fades from the air. Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. The red, yellow and orange leaves that fill the trees make me enjoy it that much more. Growing up in the northern panhandle, we have all experienced the beauty of autumn. The beautiful displays of color across the mountains look as if someone painted them to be there so perfectly. The weather change almost begs you to get out and enjoy what nature has to offer. While doing so, the sights and sounds that fill your sense are like a whirlwind trip in a time machine.
As I watch, the waves from the shore look fun and almost innocent as they crest and then crash over one another. I can taste the salt in they air and watch little rainbows glisten through the prisms of the ocean’s spray. The warm ocean water toward the shore is covered with foam and bubbles from the rumbling waves as children and their families play in the gritty tan colored sand. I think to myself, “This is perfect”.
Dover Beach has many tone changes and metaphors to illustrate the comparison of the sea to the testing of one’s faith and the effect of human misery. While the tone changes in the stanzas, the message is the same. The metaphors and the changes of tone the poet uses give Dover Beach a more dramatic effect on the reader. While the poem starts with a serene tone, the poem finishes with a more ominous tone. The poem reflects the poet’s message in an unconventional manner without rhyme. Overall, Dover Beach reflects sadness, despair, spirituality, love, and chaos throughout the stanzas, but delivers the message of uncertainty in humanity and faith.
As the bitter cold breeze goes swiftly, leaving the sharp scent of the metallic crimson red liquid behind, the deep, vast ocean remains as tolerant as it used to be, willing to take in everything. Isn’t it beautiful, to watch the ocean from the palace balcony on top here? Suddenly, it feels like time has travelled backwards and remained at the point where I first dreamed of standing here.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
This essay is a report of a day at the beach, a research on the weather, climate changes, animals, plants and so on. My report is based on what I had seen and heard as I was at the beach observing the area, and as the tile waves increase and decrease. It was 5:13pm when I arrived at the beach in Alameda “Shoreline Dr. Alameda, CA 94501. The weather was windy when I arrived, parked my car and took a walk, I noticed that there were people roaming around on the sand, kids horse playing and walking on the sand where the waves came in. There wasn’t as many people at the time, wind was breezy, picked up for a little while as I stood there on the sand, it felt as I was standing on a water bed, the sand was loose, cold yet warm after a while of walking on it with sandals on.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
It was a glorious day at the beach that day, The sun was shining, birds were singing; days like these were meant for fun. I had arrived that day with my aunt and uncle whom with I was staying with for the week. I strolled toward the water’s edge, my bare feet
The bright beautiful light of the suns flashes across the world as I open the door. I feel great, the sun is shining, the air smells just as good as a neighborhood Barbeque. I know it’s going to be a good day. I begin to walk but at a slow pace, it’s such a beautiful day out that I want to observe and take in all that nature has to offer for the day. The sun is feeling amazing as a warm blanket on a cold day, I begin to hear the water of the fountain falling back into the river where it came out of.
But we did go on the boardwalk almost every night. Every night seemed to be different. We tried to experience everything in a different way. Coastal Highway, not unlike the ocean, seems to go on endlessly. When we were near Coastal Highway, I put my window down and let the smell of the sand and sea waft into the car. The rain had started, but it was only a light mist. The temperature had cooled off now too. I decided to take an evening swim. Some of the waves were raising nearly 10 feet. In the evening when we all entered the beach some lifeguards were announcing that tides are so strong. Though I was not
I had just finished my yoga session and the temperature outside was phenomenal. I decided to wander around and take in natures beauty while capturing a few photos of the wild flowers and other things in nature. After a while of lying in the grass and wandering around the field, I found myself at the big tree, capturing its roots. By this time the sun was starting to set and the sky filled with shades of pink and orange. The colors so bright and vivid, it makes me think snow cones in the summer. With this thought and being taken by the skies natural beauty, I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I