The salty sunrises that go along with Florida mornings are just a small part of the reason why I adore visiting this state so much. Waking up to the sun splashing on my face, I feel warm and stress-free throughout my entire body. When I open my eyes, I see that my previously white, cotton sheets are now tinted scarlet from the glare of the burning sun. I stretch out my sleepy bones and take in the scent of the ocean breeze that has slowly encompassed my space. I gradually get out of bed and walk a straight path to the patio of my hotel room. Since I am on the fifth floor, I get to see the complete ocean view. Looking out at the ocean puts me at ease and makes me want to live here. The ocean rolls onto the sand as if it was gently kissing the Earth and it rolls in deeply, smoothly. It is a bond between two aspects of nature that leaves me breathless with every tide. In the afternoon, around twelve o’clock, I am waiting for my lunch on the downstairs deck of the hotel. I love staying outside as much as I can because of the warmth in this area. As I wait for my meal, I sit at a wooden table and look to the ocean. The sun is beating down …show more content…
In my head, I am imagining how hot the sand will be on my feet. I step onto the sand and feel the scorching grains between my toes, and I think to myself how there is no place that I would rather be than right here. Everything is sizzling, just how I like it. I can see the fumes rising from the sand and I can feel the warm breeze coming from the ocean. I walk deeper into the beach. Scanning the area, I finally find a good spot to set out my towel and to relax. I unwind onto my towel and begin to feel the rays absorb into my skin. Breathing in and out, I feel as if my lungs are becoming thick with salt. The soft roar of the waves is continuous and it puts me into a peaceful trance. Slowly, I fade away into the temptation of the
The cool water felt very refreshing on a warm spring day; however, anything over 50 degrees felt warm to our family who had traveled from the icy Idaho weather. My dad and we five kids waded out to where the water reached my belly button. My mom stayed on the beach. Those of us in the water splashed each other, at moments sucking in some of the salt water. To me, it tasted as if someone had poured gallons of table
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 took little time to go there (the nearest beach is just in front of the hotel). We then ran to the beach passing through all the people that was already there. As we were getting closer to a vacant tend, we could smell the characteristic essence of beach (which is mainly because of the salty water). We contemplated the beautiful picture of the boats and windsurfers, with a big blue ocean in the background. Then we started eating some potatoes we had bought at the minimarket, which was located next to our hotel. We had also bought some sodas, which we drunk while we feed the seagulls near to us. After a long day having fun at the beach, we observed the beautiful sunset at 6pm. And finally, decided to come back to our
Florida, with its hot climate, beautiful beaches, hotels and some major attractions is among the most popular tourist destinations in the world. It is known as the sunshine state with about 300 days of sunshine per year. Florida indeed is a wonderful choice for a fun and exciting experience, turning your random escape into an unforgettable escapade. It is a destination where things to do and places to go is in such variety that everyone’s passion or desire is
Although it has been years since our most recent visit to the shore side of Ocean City, New Jersey, the memories and senses never abandon my mind. All I can recall is the wondrous combination of the scorching heat, the grainy sand in between my toes, and the overwhelming smell of salt and delicious foods . . . I feel as if I am standing right there right now! Who could ever relinquish the beauty of the shore, the healing the shore accomplishes, and the tastes of the wondrous foods?
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
Golden sunlight trickled into the master bedroom of their beachfront house. They’d just purchased it a month ago, but it already felt like home. It was not fancy, nor large – there was an upstairs and downstairs, two bedrooms, two bathrooms (“With room to add on!” their relator had chirped), but the wraparound deck on the upper-level and the incredible water views from the floor-to-ceiling windows had convinced Percival and Gwaine this was the place for them.
The nice shiny, sparkling hot sand, gazing out to the nice clear ocean.With a nice bright shining sun with a nice blue sky hovering the ocean water.OMG have you ever gone to a beach house and you or your dad found something , surprising but when you ask if you can use it but they say no.Well that is what happened in my story.
As I sit here pondering my thoughts of what to write for my I-search paper, that is due in five days, I cannot seem to get my mind off the warm weather. Back in December, I went on a cruise to the Bahamas, man that was the best weather on Earth! We stopped at a city named Freeport, which I knew nothing about. My mind craves the senses of the warm, tropical breeze, the salt water smell, and the smell of the sunscreen that is protecting the tourists on the beach from the scorching hot sun. Oh and don’t forget the warm sand between your toes. What is this place? Sally, I don’t think we are in Minnesota anymore. It really makes me want to know a lot more about this place.
The sunset consumed the side of the Caribbean sea as ocean breeze hit me. I was on a island. The view was amazing, especially the noises. the waves moved with a never ending motion, and the palm trees were swaying forward and backwards with a calm swish. It even smelled good.This truly was a paradise .
The deeper you go into the ocean, the cooler the water gets; this also helps the body to reach that comfortable temperature that helps the body in the relaxation process. During the decent, you can see many different life forms all around you, in the distance. Finally, you arrive at your destination and begin to see the colorful coral reefs as you get closer. Also, you can see the many schools of fish swimming all around; it transports you to a different place and time. When you are at your destination and get to admire the site, it seems that everything slows down, the movements of everything around you look so mellow and peaceful.
My toes burrowed into the damp sand and I was relieved to realize that the water was warmer than I had expected. As I stood there and breathed in, deeply, the moist salty air, allowing my heart to fill with the vigor of the ocean and releasing the thoughts of the boy from my past with each exhale, a ball hit my feet and a man ran to get it as his friend yelled “you’re welcome!.” Were they trying to get my attention? I thought as I simply walked away avoiding eye contact with the man who collected the ball. I wandered along the water’s border allowing the water to cooly kiss my feet. the water hit my feet. I smiled as I looked at all of the young surfers attempting to catch the two foot waves. I amused myself by pondering what their future would look like and if I was witnessing the start of a surfing legend. I envied their potential, the years they would have to master their art to acquire their dreams, whatever they may be.
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; ...
As I walked down the sidewalk, my nose picked up the salty scent of the sea breeze. I looked ahead and saw the gleaming beach in the far distance. Before me, the tranquil city along with the endless blue sea sandwiched the golden beach that stretched across for miles. Then my eyes were grasped by the incredible beauty of the city skyscrapers that stood hundreds of meters tall, and they probably had also captured the sight of many other tourists. Some people were jogging and others were bike riding Just as the yellow sun rises from behind the buildings. It’s easy for many people t...