It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. I find that my imagination wanders off on its own and takes trips to the ocean without me so I figured my body had some catching up to do. With a snap of my fingers and a short ride through the canyon I found myself at my childhood playground, Zuma Beach. Without hesitation I laid my towel down upon the tiny grains and chips of rocks that the oceans might has turned into sand over the years. I took a moment to put my life on hold and gaze at what nature had to offer to me. I reflected upon all of the other places I could have been instead of standing with my toes curling in the warm sandy beach and smiled in appreciation of my situation.
It was perfect weather out for a day at the beach. The clear sky didn’t have a single cloud to block the rays of the radiant sun. I could sense the feeling of ultra relaxation from the outstretched deep blue canopy above and the penetrating warmth that emanated from the sky and wrapped around my skin like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Every once in a while a cool breeze would pass by and ease away the sun’s intense heat bath for brief moment. I could feel grains of sand gently brush over the top of my feet with each gust of wind. The crisp ocean wind flowed through my nasal cavity and stung the inside of my nose. My lungs quivered in surprise at how light and fresh the air was since it was not drudgingly thick with smog or other pollutants. As the salty smell of the water hit my nose, I thought about all the time I had spent waiting in anticipation to get that first refreshing whiff of ocean air that confirmed arrival and signaled the beginning of another exceptional beach experience.
I closed my eyes for a second to take in what I could observe through my auditory senses. The laughter of children and families enjoying the summer day brought a smile to my face as they smoothed the walls of their sand fortresses and played football in the sand. I could hear the ball churn through the air as the laces spun rhythmically from the spiral that left one hand and landed with a quiet thud as it found its way to the intended receiver. The dampened sounds of feet digging into sand were all around me from other visitors coming to plot their spot of temporary beach front residence for the afternoon. I could...
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...onger alone in the water. It was humbling to see that there was so much going on around me that I did not know about. Suddenly, the water parted and the nose of a dolphin appeared. He was moving with such speed his whole body came out of the water like a cannon and followed the shape of a perfect arc as it cut through the atmosphere. His skin glistened in mid-air and looked like a slippery mirror in the hot summer sun. Mist sprayed from his tail as he stretched out in the air, and he shook it in a friendly manner greeting all of us watching. Then with a splash he disappeared back under the water and departed just as quickly as he appeared.
Every time I go to the beach I always walk away with a memorable experience. I can still remember meeting my friends there every summer Thursday when I was a child. Nothing about this place has changed. I still eat sandwiches that crunch with every bite from tiny grains of sand that get captured between the meats. I can still lie out on my towel and have good conversation with buddies that float us away to the times when we couldn’t even drive. This is a place of escape. I can’t wait to see what adventures will come to me the next time.
The whole island is in the shape of a giant square with white sandy beaches full of people sunbathing, swimming and fishing right on the shoreline. From the end of the hot pavement parking lot to shore of the beach is an ocean of soft white sand. The pearlescent white sand seems to know how to invade every nook and cranny almost as if it enjoys it. Walking around the beach on the fluffy whiteness surrounding the parking lot, the seagulls are fighting over scraps of food on the ground. “Sandy beach ecosystems provide invaluable services to humankind. Their functions have been exploited through history, with significant anthropogenic effects (Lucrezi, 2015)”. This white sandy beach is a beautiful refuge from the mundane grind of everyday life. The smell of the misty ocean air mixed with the sound of seagulls hovering above and kids playing is a tonic for the mind. The feel of the sand between their toes and the waves crashing over them as people swim in the water, or the jerk of a fishing pole when someone is catching a fish makes Fred Howard Park one of the best places to relax. Standing on the beach looking out on the water, people are kayaking and windsurfing. The lifeguards watching vigilantly in their bright red shirt and shorts, blowing their whistles when they see someone being unsafe. After a long day of swimming and laying around visitors head back over the soft white sand to the showers, in order to rinse off the menacing sand that clings to everything like a bad habit. Everyone rushes over the hot pavement burning their feet to reach their cars so they can put away their beach paraphernalia which is still covered in the white sand, nearly impossible to completely leave behind, so when they get home it serves as a reminder of where they were that
I instantly feel more relaxed and at ease here. There are no hotels or resorts of any kind on this island, merely a primitive campground laid out in several loops with each loop surrounding a bathhouse. The barrier separating the campground from the ocean is the massive dunes towering over the campsites. The entire campground is like a miniature oceanside community where neighbors are bound together by similar passions. Each site has its own fire ring and picnic table allowing for dinner under the tranquil sky. Everything is slower here where families can come to simply spend time together playing games, trail hiking and group biking are all activities that everyone here participates in. It is here, in this place, with these other people that I am effortlessly able to simply be me. There are several trails on the island that wind through the forest containing observation platforms on which to view the abundant wildlife offering limitless opportunities to take amazing photographs. The waters as well as the land are teaming with life. Crabs and crayfish scuttle in the shallows while turtles bask atop each other in the grass. There are even frogs the color of the sand that leap up if you surprise them. I can easily spend hours just strolling around and enjoying the moments surrounded by like-minded people. All worries seem to vanish here, and I’m left with only a calm feeling of being connected and
At eight in the morning, my classmates and I boarded the bus which would take us to Homer and to an exciting adventure down by the beach, Bishop’s Beach to be exact. An adventure to the beach was a wonderful idea , we were all excited about it. After an hour drive from Nikolaevsk School we , the students along with Mr. Klaich, Mrs. Pancratz and Mr. Sellers were greeted by two scientists. Once we were in our gear, (boots, hats, and warm coats) the scientists began their explanation on beach etiquette and the rules. Once everything had been explained, we all set out on our half a mile trek down the beach to the tide-pool area.
...as I began to walk in the water every imperfection on my body burned as the salt cleansed my skin. Knee high in the Dead Sea and my body even then began to feel weightless- the water carried me. 3 feet deep and no matter how much I tried to touch the bottom, I couldn’t. No one was splashing because if the salt got in your eyes it would be an unbearable burning feeling. For the first time all senior year I felt like I wasn’t in control. I let the water carry me. There wasn’t fear, I didn’t worry about getting carried out to far, nothing lived in the water so no matter how far I went, nothing could pull me under. For the first time all year I wasn’t worried about graduation, finals, or even college. It took me dipping my toes into something big and scary to finally feel relaxed and at peace with 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
They discover the beach, and it is as beautiful and idyllic as it is reputed to be. Yet over time it becomes clear that beach culture, as Richard calls it, has troubling, even deadly, undercurrents. Spellbinding and hallucinogenic, The Beach is a look at a generation in their twenties, who, burdened with the legacy of the preceding generation and saturated by popular culture, long for an unruined landscape, but find it difficult to experience the world firsthand.
He sailed overseas for seven days, until the sea was all around him with no trace of any land. His joyful spirits had long since faded. He started to consider turning around when his raft got a great jerk forward and started speeding forward at a great speed, pulled by a long, shimmering grey body. It did not take him long to realize this must be the Dolphin, the protector and god of the ocean. Within another day, the duo had reached their goal, a huge volcanic island in the middle of the sea.
Waves crashing against the hot sand on the shores of the Florida coast, the hot sun burning my back as I lay on my pastel pink beach towel taking in the hot Florida breeze. The sky is blue and not a cloud in sight, sea shells lay around me, the laughter of cute, teen boys fills my ears. But it’s over before it even started. The sound of laughter and birds chirping is filled with yelling and arguing with things being smashed.
It was a cool morning, and the breeze was blowing in my face. The air was fresh and full of oxygen. That day, we were going to the glass sand beach, our most wanted place to visit. But then… (Start of Vacation): “Can’t you wait to go to the glass sand beach?” I said to my sister.
A new day had just begun. The light brought up the radiant beauty of the untouched beach, creating lives out of the isolation. The shimmering beige of sand and the azure sky started to glow with brilliant luminousity. I took a deep breath of the fresh unpolluted open air, an uncommon phenomenon in our advanced technology polluted city, and start a brand new day.
I feel the sweltering sand from beneath my golden tan feet as I step foot on the beach. The smell of an afternoon barbecue encompasses my nose, and the squawk of the seagulls soaring high in the sky reassures me that the Marshfield beach is a place I will never get tired of visiting. Yells come from the immense shimmering ocean along with the crash of the 20 foot waves, viciously hitting the rough brown sand. My eyes become narrow, and I briskly jerk my head to the left to find Kayla floating in the sparkling blue ocean on her inner tube. The creases of my mouth stretch all the way up to my eyes; therefore, I am thrilled to see my best friend after spending countless weeks of the summer apart.
The sun had just peaked above the horizon, as the waves crashed at my feet. I sat alone on the beach of the beautiful Dominican waters. The wind was gusting ever so softly that it almost tickled the back of my neck. I admired the calm flow of the leaves on the palm trees that I never have been able to gaze upon. I sunk my feet into the cold, yet smooth sand.
I turned off the car and took a deep breath. Looking slowly up into the pink sky, I began to watch the golden sun go to sleep. The beach seemed deserted, quiet, but peaceful. I opened my door and put my feet out on the soft sand. I started taking my shoes off, then my socks. I threw them in the passenger seat, and then shut the door. I looked out over horizon of the lake and started walking towards the still water. With each step I took, I could feel the warm sand crunch between my toes. Then suddenly, a sharp rock, but not sharp enough to break the skin.
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.
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