Descriptive Writing Beach

As I took another stride towards the Caribbean Sea, the hot, fine, white sand snuck in between my toes. The break of the turquoise ocean crashed and the warm salty water splashed on my recently sunscreened legs causing pellets of water to slide down my slick shins. I stepped into the ocean and goosebumps ran up my body. The gentle waves and delicate tide surrounded me. I slipped under and let the salty water cover me, and the only sounds I could hear was the faint chatter of my family who was above the surface, and the slight movement of the everlasting ocean. As I swam back up to the surface, my hair sprinkled with salt and sand from the water, and my eyes squinty and stingy from the salty water and bright sun.

The beach had always been my happy spot, the place where I would always want to go on the weekends with my friends and family. I had never thought I would be able to call the ocean my backyard, but now I can. Moving to an island made me realize how much I really appreciate the

As I gazed out at the everlasting turquoise ocean, I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I felt my whole body fill with a wave of relief as I studied my surroundings. A vibrant blue sky possessed no clouds, and the sun hung right above my face and reflected onto the water making it easier to see into the water and spot the fish and turtles.

I stepped off the wooden boardwalk and headed into the ocean flippers first. As my flippers slapped the top of the crystal clear ocean, I then plunged under water. While swimming over the coral reef and white sand under me, I began to feel a sense of balance and just of me being there at that moment. The colorful fish flashed pass me I began to wonder why there is so much stress in the world, yet not right in front of me. While submerged in the caribbean sea, at that moment there appeared to be nothing to worry