I had decided to be open minded about this adventure I was being taken on as my weariness depreciated and my mother seemed to grow upset since I had looked like I was not enjoying her company. As we approached the seashore, to my surprise my mood had been uplifted. Smiling was inevitable and my heart was warm with bliss as we slowly walked over the tiny grains of sand, occasionally stopping to examine a unique shell that demanded to be seen. Each shell had different textures, varying from a roughness comparable to sandpaper or smooth like fuzzy peaches and with different shades of grey and white. Only the extraordinary shells would be picked up and placed into the bright red cup we brought. Although my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light,
The day started with clear blue skies and not a cloud in the sight. The only noise that you could hear was a concert given by the nearby crickets, and a lonely bull frog singing nearby in unison. As the evening passes on a sharp snoring noise can be heard muffled softly.
...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.
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
“Uh . . . err . . . um,” Mason forced a pathetic giggle. “Nothing.”
As she was walking in the smooth sand where the water met the land, she noticed all the small and big pebbles implanted into the sand. Every now and then she would find a seashell to add to her collection. She then came across this seashell that interested her. It had a hole that was big enough to place your ear in and it was white with brown colored marks on it. Julie put her ear in to find out what she would hear. She heard what sounded like the waves in the ocean. After finding a few more seashells, Julie walked back to where her stuff was at and found her family was still walking around. She then lay down under the umbrella and relaxed her
While the HMS Vittles bobbed in a casual manner, a sealed wood box bumped them. Knocka-bumpa-thumpa.
The beach filled with the stillness of the clam and quiet morning. The calm waves lapping over one another in the early hours of the morning. Not another sound in the world can be heard. Looking out over the ocean as if there is land beyond the enormous, stunning, blue water. How was something so striking create on this earth and why? Wondering what is in the vast, sparkling blue waters. Wondering if the marine life in the sea can actually see and heard. Feeling the cool, quiet morning slowly turning into a hot, busy day. Turning once more to appreciate its beauty then turning around ready to face
I awoke after a long night of storms and choppy waters, and all that was just to live in Maine. Though when I neared the coast I saw an unfamiliar color of water. It was royal blue and not a deep soft blue like in my home, and even after that I was sure about one thing which is work. I am not sure of how the mainlanders think of a North Carolinian though I kept my hopes up. I was sure it would be hard work to make a living and settle down though I have a plan. The only thing I don’t have a plan for is a supposedly savage native that will change my whole life forever.
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
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
The sun is shining, and the sky is crystal clear. The air around me is crisp and cool, reminding me that autumn is just around the corner. Trout season at the Chattahoochee River is coming to a close. I know that today is the day that I will catch my first fish ever.
As I walked to the beach, I encountered a feeling that will never be forgotten. Every step I took, my bright green slippers sank into the warm, soft sand and covered my feet. As I lifted my feets up and out of the textured sand, the sand rushed out as I wiggled my toes, almost feeling like a massage. I collected colorful sea shells that varied in shape, and size. The clear, light blue waves which rose higher and higher made music to my ears, especially as the waves came tumbling down.
I turned off the car and took a deep breath. Looking slowly up into the pink sky, I began to watch the golden sun go to sleep. The beach seemed deserted, quiet, but peaceful. I opened my door and put my feet out on the soft sand. I started taking my shoes off, then my socks. I threw them in the passenger seat, and then shut the door. I looked out over horizon of the lake and started walking towards the still water. With each step I took, I could feel the warm sand crunch between my toes. Then suddenly, a sharp rock, but not sharp enough to break the skin.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.