The gleaming rays of yellow sun peered through the thick grey clouds, the sand was still dampened with moisture. A soft breeze blew through the thick dunes, lifting up small clumps of sand as it gently caressed the moist land. I could feel the thick moisture in the humid summers air, sitting beneath my umbrella as small parcels of sweat began to stream down my face. Harrison stood up and saidwith excitment “hey wanna go for a swim”. My face lit up with joy and without hesitation I accepted his offer. We began making our way down to the water, trudging our feet as they sunk in the heavy brown sand. Standing at the edge of the shore, letting the water wash away the sand that had been lodged in between my toes. Relaxation took hold of my mind as the murky green water softly cleansed my burning pale …show more content…
“Come out, it’s too dangerous” she repeatedly shrieked, but all I could hear was the ambient sound of waves crackling onto shore. I glanced up as I saw Harrison depart from the water and reappear on the dark sand. I vigorously thrusted my body towards the shore, fighting off the current as it pushed me back outwards. I could hear crackling as a wave started to form behind me. I ceased to look back but in an instance I was fully submerged under the murky green water, as my body was flailing around the seafloor like wet clothes in a dryer. Seconds felt like hours as an immense feeling of fear circulated through my mind. I could feel the tremendous pain in my skull as my head shattered into large stones that scattered like puzzle pieces along the sea floor. I emerged from this horror scanning the shore as tiny droplets of blood trickled down my cheek and splashed into the water. I tried to yell but only empty gasps of desperation were released from my cracked salty lips. In the shallow water I lie, barely conscious, clinging on to any sort of strength I still
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.
I wade in the water about forty yards out of the beach. I survey the waves impelling towards my slim body frame. My lanky legs hover beneath my board, and I feel the chilled ocean water from my knees down. As my
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
Without delay, I sunk right back in the water. My doubts began coming back to me, making me realize I might of been over my head on this one, but I persisted. I reached surface again and began swimming towards the rightmost shore. It wasn’t the best journey, as I kept bobbing in and out of the water, but I managed to reach the shore. The moment I got stood back on my own feet I stood back on them as a new man; I enjoyed the danger I just experienced, besides drinking a hefty amount of lake
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
Keep On Swimming “Drowning. The water reaches towards me, coiling around each of my limbs into its iron grip, pulling me further down into the menacing abyss below me. I struggle, twisting to and fro, but to no avail; the murky vines of water tangle around me and tighten the more I move. I strained to hear the taunting words that seemed to echo around me, emitting loudly from the abyss below.
The waves were crashing, the sand was wet, the sun was glaring off the water line. This is one of my earliest childhood memories. The ocean has been a part of my childhood and a symbol of my identity for as long as I can remember. The ocean's unknown depths have always scared me, but also have been comforting in so many unfamiliar ways. I was raised, always on the sand staring at the waves crashing.
The Lake I walked unhasty along the shady paths as I approach the lake the greatness of mother nature becomes clear from a distance the lake is calm and looks like a mirror image as if the sky and lake are one. The vibrant tangerine and rose color streaks embrace the pale blue sky. the warm sun caressing my body, would soon disappear behind the thick green forest across the lake. the summer breeze is filled with the sweet fragrant smell of flowers and rich earth. I close my eyes and take a deep breath my lungs filled with the pure and clean air.
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.
The cushioned seat provided comfort for my tiring muscles. My family and friends told me that I did great, boosting my confidence even more. The hot sun and the cool wind dried me quickly as we cruised down the lake. The smell of the air was very fresh and soothing. I felt so relaxed as the sun gleamed down on me, causing me to fall into a deep sleep.
Wind funnelling into my ears, the only other sounds are my battered breaths. I smack into the water’s surface, absorbing it like a punch to the face. The briny water is washed down my gullet, Flooding my veins, shrivelling me, and making me leak tears;
I hear a shriek to the right of me. I immediately look over, only to see a young girl, now laughing, who had slipped. But now I’m shaking, that yell reminding me of that day. I spin around, the sight and smells bringing back too many memories. I start to run back, away from the loud, roar of the waves.
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.
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.