When we are stressed out, disappointed, worried, or angry, we tend to find some kind of
comfort to release our negative energy. Whether it is an object, person, or place, this type of
comfort brings us, even if it is for just a minute, happiness and peace. For me, the beach is where
all my problems fly away and where my mind goes to ease.
Strolling along the soft brown, warm sand, I can sense the wonders of summer. Around
me is the laughter of blithe children excitedly splashing in the crystal blue ocean. I decide to sit
down on my colorful floral towel when suddenly the ubiquitous sea shells catch my attention.
They all have gorgeous unique patterns and come in numerous shapes, but there was one that
stood out from the rest. It was
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Above me, seagulls fly freely as if there is no
tomorrow; I find myself being envious of them, as I profoundly breath in the salty, fresh air that
tingles my nostrils. I feel purified; exhaling all of my obligations away.
I close my eyes as the cold breeze of the rhythmic ocean blows on my long brunette hair
and the blazing rays of the sun softly kiss my cheeks with its glowing warmth. I walked up to the
edge of the beach where the algae rests and dipped my toe into the cold water. I took a
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couple of steps back and courageously prepared myself to dive in. I run and jump head first into
the seemingly limitless pool of water; the impact of the majestic ocean takes my breath away,
forgetting about the stressful directives of life with a sense of deliverance. The water's crushing
force pulls on my skin driving me into the daring deep side of the ocean that starts a shimmering
rush of excitement into my body. Once I reach the top, I lay back floating as my mind starts to
unwind; my thoughts become as light and soft as a feather. The ocean feels like a soft protective
blanket, shifting me from side to side, like a baby's cradle, while the waves sing to me a
Although the words are almost fifty years old, Gift from the Sea still speaks powerfully about humanity. Using metaphors of different kinds of shells she finds on the beach, she talks about solitude and the distracted lives we lead. Along the way, she shares meditations about life that are simple yet profound. She advocates a simple life that cuts out the excesses – the things that clutter and complicate our lives. “Simplification of outward life is not enough. It is merely the outside. But I am starting with the outside. I am looking at the outside of my life – the shell. The complete answer is not to be found on the outside, in an outward mode of living. This is only a technique, a road to grace. The final answer, I know, is always inside.” In her explanation of simplification, she explains that there are two types of rhythm – hectic and primeval. Hectic rhythm is when someone is une...
My vomit clouded the ocean surface with a purple-brown color before fading below the depths. On the other side of the vessel, I re-equipped my mask and plunged into the water to be greeted by my aunt – she was to be my snorkeling partner as she had much experience in the depths of Hawaii. When I submerged my head it was almost as if I had entered a new world. This unseen dimension housed a coral reef that vibrantly shone with a mixture of bright reds and deep blues. The reef almost seemed to pulsate as thousands of fish darted in and out of their subterranean homes. The water was thick with salt and teemed with plankton. We often resurfaced to point out fish to each other. I remember my aunt telling me of the environmental dangers of touching the still-living coral. “If you pierce its skin it will likely become infected and die, and all of the fish who live in it will die too,” she expertly explained. From then on I kept my distance to at least 5-6
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.
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
Perfectly Content Nowhere on Earth I feel more content than nightfall on the beach in Cape San Blas, Florida. As the sun starts to creep away below the ocean view, I have time to appreciate the hand painted sky and attempt to capture pictures of it’s beauty. It also gives me to consider who I am and who I aspire to be.
The white loose sand shifted easily under my feet as I skipped to the water's edge. The transparent blue water allowed the sunlight to dance and sway throughout the water column. As I stepped into the surf, a sense of euphoria washed over me and any stress I harbored disappeared in that second. I walked further out to the reef and caught a glimpse of the underwater world that enticed me to dive down for a closer view. Once I equipped my snorkel and dipped below the water's surface, I uncovered an incredible sight.
You feel like preserving that world, a fantastic world, in which there’s no sorrow, no weariness, and absolutely no heavy thoughts. All they simply disappear behind the dark side of the Moon. When you reach the splendid sunny beach, you see the warm and transparent water in bluish and light greenish shades caressing the soft golden sand. Palms and other tropical plants bow with respect to this water. You feel the sand scratching your feet and the water touching you tenderly.
Surrounded by all my front-runner population and chattels, efficient was not under any condition a dull stage. Though deplore obviously like we used without exception rising stage on the shore and in the thin, we also come up with indoors the shore home, or just hung out and talked time utilize the stoop, looking out at a good-looking coast sunset. When I was younger, no of a former period than could be six oldness old, I precious the waves. My cousins prospective too afraid to go near the big ones, preferring to nurse the sand. But apropos me, the madcap, I suppress the lethargic waves, unfulfilled only the big ones that can only be deeper spray.
As I turn my gaze to the front of me, I can see white water waves roll over each other like children playing a game of leapfrog as the crystal clear water rises and falls with my own breath. I shift my focus to my beach condo behind me, the sliding doors open, filling the small space with the warm ocean breath. I slowly saunter over to the ocean water, relieved when the small waves run over my small feet hot from the sand. As the water touches the tips of my toes goosebumps sliver up my spine, but it feels nice as it gives off a warm and comforting feeling. I dip my hand into the damp dark sand, feeling the small grains press against my palm as I soon as I feel them leave to join the forbidden ocean lands with the slow flow of the waves.
Bright blue specks of light darted back and forth, small crabs scurried out of sight as we drifted by, and we were extra careful to steer clear of the harmful spines of the sea urchins. As each minute passed, the shore became increasingly distant and the sea creatures below became less and less numerous. This increasing lack of wildlife concerned and puzzled me, but my confusion was resolved once I followed my dad another few meters out. The ocean floor displayed what looked to be a great
The distinct scent of dead seaweed also known as the “beach smell”, filled my lungs, the saltiness in the air making a burning sensation in the back of my hoarse throat. Frigid gusts of air pierce through my flesh like a sharp knife, the hair on my skin standing on end like needles fighting against the fabric of my clothing. Dry eyes from all the wind and tears, I gazed off into the endless deep blue ocean and the cumulus hanging above, like a damaged cotton blanket that still managed to shield the bitter waters from the sun’s fiery light. A light downpour made distant objects hazy and you could see the specks of water droplets, falling to the earth in a slanted manner as the wind thrusts them slightly to the right and creating the therapeutic sound of rainfall accompanied by an
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.
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.
However I was more focused on the jagged, rough looking coral reef. The coral reef did not have much color by itself, but when the sea plants and creatures are added to the scene it is a place with every color of the rainbow. I saw many schools of brightly colored fish, they didn’t seem to be afraid of me as they had no problem swim...
As I walked down the worn dirt path to the ocean, I was astonished by how many people were lounging by the water.. As I got closer to the water’s edge, I contemplated why more people don 't swim and decide to tan in the sun instead. The feeling of being alone with the ocean and my thoughts played in my mind.