I cautiously step out of the stuffy car in which I had been confined in for the past 8 hours and stretch my achy legs after the long journey. I take slow steps towards the beach that was beckoning me to its shore.
The grainy sand crunches beneath my feet as I wander along the edge of the water, my feet sink in with every step, and as the water retracts, it pulls the sand out from under my feet and back into the shimmering swells. I lay down my towel as a soft breeze flows past and twists it in the air. As I lay down and place my ear on the towel I can hear peoples footsteps echo beneath the sand. The deep thud of the anchor being thrown into the sand to hold a boat full of sightseeing tourists. The seagulls are cawing, scanning the ocean for tiny darting fish that can be picked out as their afternoon snack. The continuous chirping of the cicadas blends in with the background noise.
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The water shimmering and gloating up at the sharp blue sky, not disturbed by a single white cloud. I slowly wander down to the crashing waves and take a few running steps before diving into the clear blue ocean. The water makes my body freeze but at the same time it feels so refreshing, the only way not to get cold was to keep swimming. To keep swimming through gentle waves and a school of tiny little fish until I reached the floating buoy which was the centrepiece of the artwork when viewed from the dry sandy beach. I pull myself away from the water and take my first steps, transitioning from wet to dry sand. I spin around so I can have one last look at the shimmering tide. The sun pours down, piercing through the layers and deep into the heart of the ocean. The tide ebbing in and out leaves behind a trail of white foam and the occasional sharp edge of a polished shell, getting snatched back into the depths of the
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
...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.
She notices how they “wade” through the water, thus impacting the “crow-blue mussel-shells” in the sand below (1, 3). Moore begins with imagery of fish to represent humanity’s impact on the smaller parts of nature. Soon after, the focus shifts from the fish to the water in which they swim. She introduces the water to be made of “black jade” but later, as the sun glistens through, illustrates the waves to be “turquoise” (2, 17). This water, like all oceans, flows with the tides.
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
It was the middle of winter, and to get away from the cold my family and I decided to take a vacation somewhere warm and enjoyable. We decided to go to Florida and enjoy the warm and beautiful beaches. I pictured the ocean as being a place of peace and serenity. It was my first time visiting the ocean, and all I hoped for was the ocean to be as beautiful as the pictures I had seen of it. As we arrived at Clearwater Beach in Florida, the eagerness of seeing this peaceful place was rising. I couldn’t wait to smell the fresh salty air, and feel the soft sand between my toes.
The beach offered a perfect spot to nestle in the warm sand and relax after swimming. In my childhood, I constructed sand castles. The water washed across the sand and formed little ripples on the beach. With my little hand, I grabbed the wet sand. The sand drizzled from my hands and formed the towers of drip castles. I would dig into the sand and carved out a small moat around the castle. After the night, the tide swept away the sand castles and the beach returned to its previous form. Also, I swung on the beach. While on the swing, I watch the sunset. The sunset formed a palette mix of pink, orange and brown. The blue waves of Lake Michigan stretched for miles beyond the sight of the naked eye. The Lake spread as far away as the ocean. I frequently wondered if anyone, except a superhuman could see the other side of Lake Michigan. A different activity on the beach was beach volleyball. As a child, I lacked athletics fitness but enjoyed the occasional beach volleyball game. Other people on the beach joined in the fray and people moved in and out the volleyball game. The memories of the beach hold a special place in my
It's Summer in Tiki Toki Island, and I have waken up to the bliss of the morning sun peeking through your window, fog just grazing over the blue ocean water. I can hear the ocean water crashing on the bare white sand with the sound of the dolphins high pitched screech close by. The ocean breeze flown in from my window, whispering a sweet melody in my ear, luring me to the beauty of the sandy shores. A coconut falls near by, causing a loud thump to emerge from the banks of the sand. As I walk over to pick it up, the long palm tree leaves create a faint rustling sound when brushing against each other.
The sun hasn’t risen yet. I put my fins on my feet and swim cap on my head. Once my goggles are on it’s time to dive in. I’m plunging into the freezing ocean. Each stroke I take I'm going farther and farther into the ocean and away from the sea shore.
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.
I shivered when cold clear blue water rushed up legs. I began to walk out further as the waves came crashing down around my waist splashing onto my face and chest. Past the tide, I stood still as the water softly sways me from side to side, enjoying the view of the sun shining down on the calm blue ocean. I got a little nervous as the thought of sharks crossed my mind. I watched the ocean start to shape and create a blue wave, curling over into a roaring larger wave.
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.
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.
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As I walked down the worn dirt path to the ocean, I was astonished by how many people were lounging by the water.. As I got closer to the water’s edge, I contemplated why more people don 't swim and decide to tan in the sun instead. The feeling of being alone with the ocean and my thoughts played in my mind.