It’s surprising, the amount of work a sandcastle takes; one can be built in only a few minutes, but a good one takes work. It is, hands down, my favorite thing to do at the beach. The work can consume hours of your life, becoming a narrow window of focus that excludes all else. Becoming engrossed in your work a great feeling, as it makes what could be called tedious fun. However, as hard as it is to build a sandcastle, it is all too easy to wipe one out; as I found one warm summers day. It was a glorious day at the beach that day, The sun was shining, birds were singing; days like these were meant for fun. I had arrived that day with my aunt and uncle whom with I was staying with for the week. I strolled toward the water’s edge, my bare feet …show more content…
I quickly retreated to a safe distance, hoping the fortifications would be enough to fend off the intruding forces. I glanced at their warriors and upon seeing their screaming, dirty faces I realize that my mighty castle was insignificant compared to their mighty force. The realization drove to the ground in despair. The bitter taste of defeat filled my mouth as they reached the outer walls easily passing over the trench-works as if they didn’t exist. The walls crumbled in seconds, towers that had once been supported toppled like dominos. I nearly wept as the ruthless raiders turned to the noble quarter, the only consolation the fact that they turned to the peasant district soon after. Soon, any notions of a merciful god were vanquished as the invaders turned to the keep. I could only watch in horror as the inner walls were destroyed. But I soon stopped short, as the barbarians had seemingly ceased in their brutal assault. I quickly realized that it was only a ruse. They, in their infinite cruelty were simply picking at the base of the keep, letting it collapse under it’s own weight. The entire process of tearing it down took only a few minutes, compared to the two hours it took building it up. I shed a silent tear for all my hard
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 the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
We eventually make it to the beach and it was beautiful out! The first step onto the sand burns our feet and we all race to the water. The wind floats through our hair and the water splashes on our feet. Everybody sets up their chairs and plops down to just relax and look at the stunning ocean, when it starts raining cats and dogs.
As my car turns into the parking lot, I can smell the crisp seawater air.I have finally arrived at the Wildwood Boardwalk.When a person steps onto the boardwalk,they see millions of colors zipping around.Carnival games are at the front of the boardwalk.My favorite carnival game is the watergun game.Once I beat all of the other contestants at the game stand, and won a huge plush Spongebob.While playing the carnival games,I can smelll food coming from a couple of feet away.The sweet and salty scent of popcorn,zeppolis,and ice cream,balances perfectly with the freshness of the seawater.Boardwalk food is greasy and delicious.If I walk farther down the boardwalk,I can see the mall.Boardwalk malls are different than normal malls.At these malls you
The first day we were there we just hung out at my aunt’s house and relaxed after the seventeen hour drive there. The second day my grandma and I went to the beach, laid out in the sun, and got tan. The water was still pretty cold at the time we went, so we didn’t go swimming at all, nevertheless we still enjoyed our time on the beach. Although I enjoyed everyday I was in Florida, Wednesday
With every step I took I could smell the fresh air with a slight odor of the salty water. I close my eyes to absorb the gust of the early morning wind slapping me across the face. My hair stood up, dancing from side to side as if it was doing the Tango. I felt the crisp white grainy sand going beneath the spaces of my toes almost feeling exactly like sugar. The subtle waves played the music of nature while crashing onto the shore, hitting my ankles every time with tides that varied in size.
It was a foggy summer, and the water was cold, but he met each day with a smile. He fought his way through the surf into the deep blue, guided by a strong voice on the beach.
We got there right after the sun’s peak time ended, so around 3pm, and my breath was taken away by it’s beauty. The sand is so soft, it feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold fall day. When I walked on the beach I could faintly smell the of salt. As I would walk into the water, I could feel my skin tighten as the salt water would touch my skin. Then, as I got out of the water, I could taste the salt lingering on my lips.
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.
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.
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.
“The mermaid swam with her prince toward the beach. She laid him in the fine white sand, taking care to place his head in the warm sunshine far from
Ever since Sunset Beach has been officially opened to the public, there has been a drastic increase of tourists present. Television programs concluded that at least a thousand people visit the beach everyday. Reasons for their stay are that they feel comfortable with the environment that surrounds the beach front, people who are at the beach are joyous and numerous activities to enjoy, and the fresh scent of the sparkly waters, make the visitors feel calm and pleasurable. So I decided to take a trip there.
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked
But we did go on the boardwalk almost every night. Every night seemed to be different. We tried to experience everything in a different way. Coastal Highway, not unlike the ocean, seems to go on endlessly. When we were near Coastal Highway, I put my window down and let the smell of the sand and sea waft into the car. The rain had started, but it was only a light mist. The temperature had cooled off now too. I decided to take an evening swim. Some of the waves were raising nearly 10 feet. In the evening when we all entered the beach some lifeguards were announcing that tides are so strong. Though I was not