I imagine myself waking up on the most beautiful day around mid-morning. It’s the end of summer and the beginning of fall. There is a light breeze and the temperature is perfect, not to warm and not to cool. The birds are singing a beautiful song and there is not a cloud in the bright blue sky. The leaves are just beginning to change. The oranges, reds, and yellows look stunning scattered throughout the magnificent patches of green. I drive to the beach and continue to look at the indicators that fall will arrive soon. I park the car and walk across the footbridge to the beach where I sit in the lifeguard’s chair, staring out into the frothy waves. I leave my shoes and slowly wander down to the ocean. The sand feels coarse and moist between
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
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
The water was calm, like the morning; both were starting to get ready for the day ahead. The silent water signals that although rough times occurred previously, the new day was a new start for the world. As I went closer to the water, I heard the subtle lapping of the water against the small rocks on the shore. Every sign of nature signals a change in life; no matter how slight, a change is significant. We can learn a lot from nature: whatever happens in the natural world, change comes and starts a new occurrence. I gazed over the water to where the sky met the sea. The body of water seemed to be endless under the clear blue sky. The scope of nature shows endless possibilities. Nature impresses us with the brilliant colors of the sky, the leaves, the water. She keeps us all in our places and warns us when we are careless with her. After all the leaves have fallen from the trees, she will offer us the first snows of the year to coat the earth with a tranquil covering. That will only be after we have recognized the lessons of autumn, the gradual change from warm to cold, rain to snow, summer to winter.
This morning I wake early from the light that creeps underneath my blinds and my bed next to the window. I wake floating on the streams of light, heated, like white wax spilled across the floor, dripping, soft. In bare feet I walk down the stairs, cold on the wood, and find my father in the kitchen, also awake early. Together, we leave the house, the house that my parents built with windows like walls, windows that show the water on either side of the island. We close the door quietly so as not to wake the sleepers. We walk down the pine-needle path, through the arch of trees, the steep wooden steps to the dock nestled in the sea-weed covered rocks. We sit silently on the bench, watch as the fog evaporates from the clear water. The trees and water are a painting in muted colors, silver and grays and greenish blue, hazy white above the trees.
Dover Beach has many tone changes and metaphors to illustrate the comparison of the sea to the testing of one’s faith and the effect of human misery. While the tone changes in the stanzas, the message is the same. The metaphors and the changes of tone the poet uses give Dover Beach a more dramatic effect on the reader. While the poem starts with a serene tone, the poem finishes with a more ominous tone. The poem reflects the poet’s message in an unconventional manner without rhyme. Overall, Dover Beach reflects sadness, despair, spirituality, love, and chaos throughout the stanzas, but delivers the message of uncertainty in humanity and faith.
I had just finished my yoga session and the temperature outside was phenomenal. I decided to wander around and take in natures beauty while capturing a few photos of the wild flowers and other things in nature. After a while of lying in the grass and wandering around the field, I found myself at the big tree, capturing its roots. By this time the sun was starting to set and the sky filled with shades of pink and orange. The colors so bright and vivid, it makes me think snow cones in the summer. With this thought and being taken by the skies natural beauty, I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I
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.
As the dog days of summer grind on, I start to turn my attention to autumn. It’s a magical time of the year tucked between the hot and sticky summer, and the cold, harsh winter. If there is one season that can turn back the clock, it is fall. The days slowly start losing length and the humidity fades from the air. Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year. The red, yellow and orange leaves that fill the trees make me enjoy it that much more. Growing up in the northern panhandle, we have all experienced the beauty of autumn. The beautiful displays of color across the mountains look as if someone painted them to be there so perfectly. The weather change almost begs you to get out and enjoy what nature has to offer. While doing so, the sights and sounds that fill your sense are like a whirlwind trip in a time machine.
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.
As the bitter cold breeze goes swiftly, leaving the sharp scent of the metallic crimson red liquid behind, the deep, vast ocean remains as tolerant as it used to be, willing to take in everything. Isn’t it beautiful, to watch the ocean from the palace balcony on top here? Suddenly, it feels like time has travelled backwards and remained at the point where I first dreamed of standing here.
It is early fall so it is cool outside but not cold. I am back on teh east coast walking through the woods of the Appalachins. The leaves have begun turning colors so there is a beautiful aray of oranges, yellows, greens, and reds. The red colors of the leaves remind me of the maple trees that used to be outside of my house. I remember looking at the red leaves on those trees the evening of our homecoming football game when Paul came over.
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; ...
I open my eyes to find myself in a world of lush green trees, birds
It was a glorious day at the beach that day, The sun was shining, birds were singing; days like these were meant for fun. I had arrived that day with my aunt and uncle whom with I was staying with for the week. I strolled toward the water’s edge, my bare feet
It was late summer. The weather was gradually changing to autumn, which was noticeably seen on the leaves that were starting to turn orange. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside. In fact, it was actually soothing; the cold wind blowing, paired with the warm sun shining above.