As Julie and her family are looking for a parking spot, she watches a large amount of people all walking towards the same place. Everyone is dressed in their swim suits and carrying their huge umbrellas, bright colored towels and their ice chests. Watching everyone just makes her become impatient and more eager to want to get out of the car and to finally go to where she has been waiting for since last summer. Julie and her family finally found a parking spot and they took everything out that they brought, similar to what the people that she was watching had brought. Julie looks up at the light blue sky and sees all the white seagulls soaring around in the sky. As she walks closer, her feet begin to sink in the dry, hot sand. She takes a big sniff and smells the salt from the water in the air. She hears laughter from little kids running into the water and then running out right away because it’s cold. She sees other little children playing in the sand making sand castles with their plastic buckets and small shovels. She sees two young boys throwing a football to each other and she also sees a group of girls and boys playing volleyball. Of course her first thought is to run into the water just like what everyone else …show more content…
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
for her daughter to excel, that she pushes and pushes until the daughter finally pushes back to the sand. Jerry wants to do something very challenging. He wants to swim through a long tunnel, but must hold his breath throughout his journey. When he sees boys (older boys) diving into the water, lasting a long time under water, and coming. out a couple of meters away, he tries to do the same thing.
When it’s hot, the pedestrians are eager to go back to their air conditioned homes. When it’s cold, they bustle by just to grab a coffee. If it’s raining, they hurry home to stay dry. Anne, however, is subject to whatever the world brings her way. Hot, cold, or raining, Anne watches the mirage of people pass by.
Standing in line alone, listening to the cold wind whisper isn't as lonely as one might think. I had been debating greatly on whether or not I was gonna come to the show tonight ; the main thing holding me back was the sketchy area that the venue was located at. Did I really wanna go home at 11:00pm and risk running into some crazy homeless guy? "Ah fuck it", I thought to myself.
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
Ben forced open his eyes to look at the boy who was calling out to him, but no one was there. The pain from his head went away and the wind died back down to a calmer state. He jumped up from the bench startled, and spun around to see if he could catch a glimpse of the child who called him by name. As he was looking around the town he saw it in a different light. He gazed back at the road he just had walked down and around at the playground. The feeling of uncertainty was replaced with familiarity and it was as though he had been here before. The wind caught his attention again but this time he let the whispers of the town's people direct him to where he was needed. He caught the boy's voice in the wind as he was calling out to him in a louder, panicked tone that he was all too familiar with. Ben broke out into a sprint although he was not sure what he was going to do when he reached the boy. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind; it was his profession to help people in need and this boy was obviously calling out for his help. Ben's legs seemed to know their way along the alleys as he dipped and dodged through the dead town. He came to a jetty on the edge of the town overlooking a lake that gave the town its name; he could tell that people used to admire its glory. It was now a deserted, cloudy lake that contained a deep sadness that immobilised Ben immediately. His head started throbbing again as he
As we turn onto the cracked cement that is Oceanside Drive, my mood immediately lifts. Houses stand aligned like train cars, facing the frigid Atlantic. Closer to the end of the street is an evergreen cottage where our wheels halt in front of. The second my feet touch the ground that familiar, classic, salty air tells me I’m home. The wooden steps creek under me as I race up them to the door. This house holds so many memories of roaring laughter, crowded couches, and delicious food. Even inside I can hear the steady crashing blows from our closest neighbor: the ocean. One short sprint down the splinting boardwalk and I’m where I love to be most. The fine grains of sand slide through my fingers while the teal ocean, where my siblings and I have
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
The sea breeze whipped her hair in her face. She stood on a rock above the glistening sea. Bundled in jackets and scarves to shield her from the cold, she sat down to watch the setting sun. The sunset painted brilliant colors across the sky. Pinks and oranges and reds blended across the sky as if it was a blank canvas, that paint was dripping down. The ocean tide slid along the shore and retreated, each time it did so the ocean retreated farther out revealing a lot of sand. It was marvelous to see the hidden treasures beneath the sea. Suddenly a large wave was seen in the distance. A wall of water towering high. She stood up, not sure if she should run or stay. Running sounded best. She hardly had time to think before the towering wave advanced
Davie’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned, running up the steps, and out of the water with me not trailing far behind. I watched as she approached the 3ft edge of the poolside and jumped into the water. I was about to do the same, when I heard my name called from the shaded picnic tables next to the pool.
It was the boredom of the three girls, waiting at home for time to pass. They were thinking of ways to spend the day doing something, but nothing was right. Then Rosey thought of an idea,”swimming.” Savannah and Ashlyn were both super excited to go to the Mill River beach.
One of the many things I enjoy doing is cleaning my car. Others see this as a grueling and endless task with no benefits. I clean my car as a way to de-stress and I like the satisfaction of having a clean car. It helps me de-stress because I clean my car early in the morning around 9 or 10 o'clock when there is no one on the street.
All I could feel was rugged sand all over my body and in my mouth. Land, we had washed ashore! Then I remembered fully what had happened last night. I began to look for Tom. "Tom, Tom, Where are you!!" There was no sign of him anywhere. Then I saw the footprints in the sand.
The sun is radiant and scorching, as always when it’s August in Michigan, while the lake water is warm with occasional ripples flowing through as the wind subtly blows over. I’ve got my giant pink floaty around my waist with my ridiculously large bug-eyed sunglasses around my face and I’m ready to set myself afloat into the water. As I float on my raft into the warm water I close my eyes while the waves relax me into a soft slumber as I drift into the middle of lake. Without knowing how much time has passed, I awaken to the sound of Alicia’s mom yelling my name and automatically panic,
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.
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.