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.
The temperature of the water as it swirled around my ankles was not too cold and not too hot. The water was so clean and clear that you could see the ocean floor beneath your feet. Once in a while a huge chunk of seaweed would get wrapped around my toes and it reminded me much of a legendary sea monster swallowing its victim. The sun bounced off of the water’s surface, glimmering like a shiny crystal. Perhaps ... ... middle of paper ... ...autiful and exciting place.
Beach Hacks When you visit Daytona, regardless of the reason, it is almost criminal not to at least stand in the sand before heading back home. Everyone in Daytona knows the way of life here is golden sands and cool ocean breezes. Rather they are a local or tourist, they know to make the most of the beach whenever they can. That is why we put together this short list of beach hacks, little bits of advice to make your day at the beach a little bit more fun. The best part is they are all relatively cheap, and not too time consuming.
First Day on a Deserted Island The first thing that hit me was the smell. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew where I was. The tantalizing scent of washed-up waves and bananas all rolled into one. I felt the millions of grains of sand, hot against my fingers and the cool breeze against my face, - a relief from the sweltering sun. I heard the sea crawling onto the sand and, further away, the same monster dashing against the rocks.
The area seemed undemanding enough, far less intimidating than Detroit, and it was a pleasant change to see blue skies and taste the humid air. I looked forward to devoting some serious attention to the local seafood—no more frozen fish for me. As we continued our drive, I realized that this was really the first time in months that I had been without some kind of tension. The feeling washed over me a... ... middle of paper ... ...s do when someone farts. His words came at us at a steady pace that sounded like a prepared speech.
As locals describe it best, the “elegantly shabby” beachside town 40 minutes from Charleston has been my chosen vacation spot since childhood. Between the hammock shops, crabbing in the creeks and ghost stories, there is always something to entertain you on the island. With only the best memories there, never did I think that there would be something to hold me back from indulging in the lazy beach bum lifestyle. As I stood with my peachy pink toes in the gritty sand, I watched as the salty water rushed over my feet. The white waves covered my feet completely and I let them submerge deeper into the wet sand.
Whenever a problem inflates in my life a trip to the beach has always been the answer. It is like as soon as my bare feet step on the rustic sand all my worries and obligations are just erased. My head begins to clear just like the ocean. Millions of memories engulf into my head as soon as the smell of salt fresh air fills my lungs. As I take a seat in my blue beach chair, my eyes fill with photographs.
Divine intervention, a miracle, or just mere luck, it was; I was just grateful to be alive. Death had seemed so near, but life pulled out the victory. I felt the grainy California sand against my skin. No movement seemed necessary; it was perfect enough just to breathe in the humid air that moments earlier I had so dearly craved, and nearly lost. Still, in shock, I spread out on the sand like a beached whale.
My hand ran over their rough, porous surface while their firm stance blocked a wave’s attack. The distinct smell of salt and heat sent a million signals to my mind telling me to smile, for I was finally back. I ran freely after my cousin into the monstrous ocean. Everything was just as it should have been at first: the ocean was deep blue with white foam borders, the hot sand was soft in its own way, and the palm trees towered over me. But a few things weren't quite right.
The most interesting things are the things you see and hear. The less noticeable are what you feel, smell, and even taste. The only thing you might not like is the sunburn that usually follows when you're out in the sun for too long. Going to the beach is like the first warm day after a long dark winter. Overall the beach can be a calming getaway from the everyday stresses and everyday pressures of life.