A Cancerous Report This is a story of a small island called Takana, located 10 km to the east of Costa Rica in the Pacific Ocean. Its beaches were covered with soft golden sand. The island itself is a fairy-tale garden of flowers and exotic trees. Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland were like a sight of the paradise, watching the waterfalls for hours will not be enough to satisfy one’s desire to feast eyes on that beauty of incredibility merging of colours. Those waterfalls looked just like the waterfalls in the fairy tales. The water breaks into mists of tiny droplets and cascades down like a piece of soft silk. An addition to this, the warm sun’s rays which give you an incredibly great volumes of the peace …show more content…
They were singing so softly that it makes you feel relaxed and delighted. When you make your way to the beach, a pathway of grass like a green rug stretches in front of you. The soft grass tickles your bare feet. All the flowers and trees draw aside to make a way for you. All kinds of butterflies were flattering around real as well as the fictional ones. 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. You see the white fuzzes of froth on top of the waves. Perfect corners for bathing, huge waves are stopped by colourful coral reefs, in which you can see the reflection of the rainbow. As I was experiencing this splendid paradise I saw a figure of a small boy running towards us from the end of the beach, followed by people wearing torn ragged clothes covered in blood and dirt. I and my team mates
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
When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
The water was calm, like the morning; both were starting to get ready for the day ahead. The silent water signals that although rough times occurred previously, the new day was a new start for the world. As I went closer to the water, I heard the subtle lapping of the water against the small rocks on the shore. Every sign of nature signals a change in life; no matter how slight, a change is significant. We can learn a lot from nature: whatever happens in the natural world, change comes and starts a new occurrence. I gazed over the water to where the sky met the sea. The body of water seemed to be endless under the clear blue sky. The scope of nature shows endless possibilities. Nature impresses us with the brilliant colors of the sky, the leaves, the water. She keeps us all in our places and warns us when we are careless with her. After all the leaves have fallen from the trees, she will offer us the first snows of the year to coat the earth with a tranquil covering. That will only be after we have recognized the lessons of autumn, the gradual change from warm to cold, rain to snow, summer to winter.
Morning mist rose with summer drowsiness on the Caribbean Sea, the calm water is quiet, and ripples and rolls into the misty sunlight gleaming down. Putting on her mask and snorkel, Blair looked out at the open, crystal blue sea and a weary rock broken off on the side like a boat had crashed into it. She looked down the crystal-clear water and she could see the coral and some sparkling fish swimming ignorantly under her. The temperature had to be 65 degrees it was crisp morning air. The saltiness in the air gave Blair a rush of happiness.
This morning I wake early from the light that creeps underneath my blinds and my bed next to the window. I wake floating on the streams of light, heated, like white wax spilled across the floor, dripping, soft. In bare feet I walk down the stairs, cold on the wood, and find my father in the kitchen, also awake early. Together, we leave the house, the house that my parents built with windows like walls, windows that show the water on either side of the island. We close the door quietly so as not to wake the sleepers. We walk down the pine-needle path, through the arch of trees, the steep wooden steps to the dock nestled in the sea-weed covered rocks. We sit silently on the bench, watch as the fog evaporates from the clear water. The trees and water are a painting in muted colors, silver and grays and greenish blue, hazy white above the trees.
The Lake I walked unhasty along the shady paths as I approach the lake the greatness of mother nature becomes clear from a distance the lake is calm and looks like a mirror image as if the sky and lake are one. The vibrant tangerine and rose color streaks embrace the pale blue sky. the warm sun caressing my body, would soon disappear behind the thick green forest across the lake. the summer breeze is filled with the sweet fragrant smell of flowers and rich earth. I close my eyes and take a deep breath my lungs filled with the pure and clean air.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
A coral reef. I’ve seen pictures like that” (29). It is clear in the beginning of the novel the boys are excited by their new surroundings and thrilled by the idea of exploring the picturesque island. There is so much euphoria in their voices that boys simply forget that they are stranded and far from home with very little means for
A wisp of wind brushes through my hair. Envelope me in its smooth embrace. The briny excess of the sea’s dead skin stays latched to my dry lips. A yellow tinge colours the air as the sun peeps over the horizon yearning to break free, up and above into the enclosure of the haven. Transparent schools of fish dip, dive and dart around the sparkling water like leaves blowing in a gust of wind.
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.
Marisa pictured her vacation as a peaceful week on the beach with the sun shining and cristal clear water but she never pictured this happening. Marisa and her family had just started their vacation in Florida a few days ago, and they had been enjoying themselves on the beach. While Marisa’s dad and youngest sister built sand castles, Marisa swam in the nice sparkling water that seemed to go on forever. Meanwhile, her mother made sure no one got sunburnt while they were out in the open sun.
His mind knew they couldn’t be real. But his heart longed for something whimsical to distract it from the harshness of everything else. Thousands of bright butterflies coaxing him to follow them. To escape his sad, worth nothing life.
It was early dawn on a Friday morning, as the sun rises from the distant blue ocean we wait for daylight to breakout. My friend and I sat down on spot on the beach, as I focus closely at the surface of the waterfront the sand is very white, much like the winter snowflakes. As I look along the different points along the shore, the waves and ripple's of the salty water crash upon various sections of the beach. These include a nudist section, a gay section, and a family section, I wasn't sure but there might have been a section reserved for nude, gay families.
Every language has a word for water; no living thing exists without water. It soothes the
Far across the sparkling blue lies a shimmer of silver. Rustles of waves blow sea breeze into my nose on the warm sand. I crinkle my toes deeper below feeling the warmth of each grain squeeze in between. The sun beats down sinking into my pores; soaking up the warmth. Back behind me I can hear children laugh as they run across the sand with their parents chasing right on their tails. The palm trees sway with the slight breeze and the rustle brings a feeling of peacefulness and relaxation. This is perfection; my dream vacation. On a small island off the coast of Puerto Vallarta is where I experience the breathtaking views around me. After so long I finally rise to my feet and begin walking along the beach. With each wave my feet squish in the newly watered sand and then back to touching nothing but dry. Every so often a seashell will appear and I’ll reach down to rub the sand clean and stare at the design. As I look out beyond the vast crystal blue water there are wale tales breaking the surface and throwing drips of water into the air. Movement of all sorts breaks the perfect glass...