he sea was pale and still on that overcast morning. Not a single trace of sunlight penetrated through the thin dense white clouds, as a thick fog slowly rolled in over the still, silent once bright turquiouse waters. It was silent and flat as glass; gleaming with an almost faint silvery light. The wind was quiet as well. Even the gulls and birds whom flew around early in the morning searching for food were quiet as well. It seemed as if they were all waiting for something.
The ocean, the sea.
It was once her home. A hidden world beneath the shimmering dark crystal waves. An eternal blue, just like the rarest and prettiest blue cornflowers or the most precious sapphire jewels scattered across the fine, white, grainy sand. The wind blew through
An impulse of affection and guardianship drew Niel up the poplar-bordered road in the early light [. . .] and on to the marsh. The sky was burning with the soft pink and silver of a cloudless summer dawn. The heavy, bowed grasses splashed him to the knees. All over the marsh, snow-on-the-mountain, globed with dew, made cool sheets of silver, and the swamp milk-weed spread its flat, raspberry-coloured clusters. There was an almost religious purity about the fresh morning air, the tender sky, the grass and flowers with the sheen of early dew upon them. There was in all living things something limpid and joyous-like the wet morning call of the birds, flying up through the unstained atmosphere. Out of the saffron east a thin, yellow, wine-like sunshine began to gild the fragrant meadows and the glistening tops of the grove. Neil wondered why he did not often come over like this, to see the day before men and their activities had spoiled it, while the morning star was still unsullied, like a gift handed down from the heroic ages.
In the trees the birds stopped singing, and gradually quietened down until silence had completely fallen over the hills. They sat in their nests, motionless, like small figures, lifeless. All could be heard was the wind, and the occasional tumble of leaves onto the rocky surface beneath.
"The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in the abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water." Chapter XXXIX
It was early, the sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains that lined the distant horizon. The breeze carried with it the scents of dew and the variety of wildflowers that grew along the lake shore. Flocks of birds flew over head, their cries piercing the silence of morning.
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.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky meet each other.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I sat down on a green park bench. The sun began to come up, just barely visible beneath a layer of soft gray clouds. A duck slid off the bank to join his raft in the cool water, causing ripples to break through the smooth surface of Lake Wingra. Colorful leaves danced through gusts of morning air, which gently rustled the boughs of a tree to my right. The leaves softly rustled, accompanying the symphony of bird calls and crickets echoing across the lake. Occasionally a shiny black crow broke the cool silence with his ugly call, and twice a grand heron made his exalted, almost dinosaur-like screech as he soared across the morning sky. His gigantic wings flapped audibly through the clear air, seeming to create
I jumped out of bed on today, June 19, eagerly waiting when I would finally arrive at the Channel Islands National Park. I have been researching this park for some time, and I couldn’t believe that I was going to spend a few days on these wonderful islands. I got together my tent and my supplies, and I eventually headed out the door. I got on the boat bright and early, and I’m going to spend this time going over research. I read that it was established as a National Park on March 5, 1980.
Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, the furrow followed free: We were the first that ever burst into that silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break the silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, right up above the mast stood, No bigger than the Moon.
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.
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.
It was the beginning of summer break. The sun was crisp and warm, and the most popular lake in Nashville, Tennessee had swarms of people there. The water was as fresh as a mint leaf and the sand was like carpet under your feet. It was the hotspot of the summer and everyone was dying to go. Baylee, Lizzy, and Britney were on there way to the lake.
It is a cold misty morning at the seaside. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, as I pour it in my flask. Today is the day....
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.
I can still remember the first time that I saw the ocean. I was a child, no more than 6 years old. It still stands out in my mind as one of the best memories I have from my childhood. I remember being able to taste the salt in the air on my lips as I took a deep breath. The water was such a deep shade of blue that reminded me of a Crayola crayon color. It got lighter and lighter as the water came closer to the shore until it ended as a light turquoise color. The color of the water when it actually met the sand was something that I can’t even describe. I would say that the closest thing you could describe it to would be translucent sea foam green. I remember how the waves curled up at their peak and then crashed down into the sand. The noise that the waves made as they crashed into the surrounding water can only be likened to the deep booming of a bass drum. 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 ...