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. I snatch my vibrant green inner tube and sprint down to the water, kicking sand as my feet rapidly pass one another. As I reach the tip of the water I dip my feet into what is an ice …show more content…
Kayla and I are having a blast, having splash wars, and floating along peacefully in our inner tubs on what feels like a calm and pleasant day. All of a sudden the sky darkens and becomes a misty gray, the waves became choppy and the whole dynamic of the day changes.
The sand starts to hastily slip from our feet and soon the sand is nowhere to be found, and we become petrified as it is getting more and more difficult to keep our heads above the water as the sand gets further and further away from our feet. Her hand grasps mine, which becomes numb and begins to turn white from the pressure of her trembling hand. We are careful not to let the tenacious ocean tear us apart. My heart is beating as fast as a lightning bolt strikes the sky; however, Kayla stays positive through her words of encouragement. She repeatedly assures me that everything is going to be okay even though we are watching
...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 struggled to keep my head above water as fierce waves battered against my fragile body. My lungs screamed in anguish as harsh cold water filtered into them, steadily consuming the space that had moments ago been occupied by oxygen. As I felt my strength waning, I wondered if fighting was even worth it. After all, it would be just as easy to let the waves overtake me and be gone forever. Oftentimes, uncertainty can strike people when it is least expected.
There I stand on the Atlantic Ocean beach in Daytona, Florida. It’s 7:49 A.M, June 28, 2015. I feel my size ten feet sink into the frosty sand. With my board in my left arm, and sand covering my body, I seize my direction towards the blue ocean. As I halt at the base of the monumental ocean, I gaze in both directions, not a life in sight. I feel at peace, solitude, in my own meager world. As the crisp ocean mist wipes my sand replete face, I bounce into the ocean with my board under my body, cruising into the profound blue sea.
I was having a blast, a whole summer being at home with my friends. Until one day I got more that I bargained for.My friend, Caleb, and I were out surfing one day waiting for the tide to start rollin in. Then all of the sudden Caleb as knocked of his board. As I look around all I could see was the icy blue ocean take the appearance of a battle ground. I remember the scream that destroyed my soul. The shaking of the water coming from a man fighting for his life. I remember the words coming out of my mouth “Hey we should go surfing at Buffels bay today, it 's pretty goddamn rad there”. The feeling of guilt that took over my body, along with the fear of what will happen next. I remember the haunting image of a man missing his leg being taken away by the metal angel we call helicopters. A week later Caleb was alive, but was not left untouched like me. He was missing his left leg from the knee down, he was attacked by a great white shark. This was the moment that my life changed. I could never focus on the nightmare inducing screams, but I focused that how incredibly lucky I am to have walked away from this whole event unharmed. I focused on the fact that two months later Caleb was back into the ocean, something I could never
After a few feet of gliding, we finally both came to a complete stop and slowly got off our bikes. The water felt cool and refreshing, especially on such a hot summer day, as it reached past our knees and wet the edges of our shorts. I curled my toes as I felt a strangely slippery substance beneath my toes. “I think we should walk the rest of the way the water is too high to ride our bikes through it” Daniel said as he picked up his
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.
We laughed all the way, reaching the beach quickly. As we looked back at the converging sun display while unstrapping our wetsuits - I spotted the sharp, distinctive fin of a shark, I gasped, pointing it out to my friend. She started to hyperventilate and crouched down and putting her head between her knees; she was having an asthma attack. I cursed myself for not remembering her pump, I told her to lift her arms above her head, and I sprinted inhumanly fast back to the house. I found her inhaler while screaming through the house for my parents to help.
He could feel the crisp morning air trace his lips with its salty scent, as he looked toward the waves curling, and rushing together in an endless frolic, folding in on each other to speed toward the shore, giving it a gentle kiss before the tide drew it out again. He was rising and falling with the sea's breath, waltzing slowly with the calm hills of sapphire waiting for the next swell to be born. The beach waved at his back, as he faced the boundless azure, a lone buoy among the blue. He had paddled deep into its embrace, sitting on the side, waiting for the swell to stretch its arms. To entertain himself, his eyes drew toward the sky, the refreshing electric blue was a blushing twin of the sea below, as the sun slowly paddled its way past
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
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,
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.
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
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.