I cautiously step out of the stuffy car in which I had been confined in for the past 8 hours and stretch my achy legs after the long journey. I take slow steps towards the beach that was beckoning me to its shore.
The grainy sand crunches beneath my feet as I wander along the edge of the water, my feet sink in with every step, and as the water retracts, it pulls the sand out from under my feet and back into the shimmering swells. I lay down my towel as a soft breeze flows past and twists it in the air. As I lay down and place my ear on the towel I can hear peoples footsteps echo beneath the sand. The deep thud of the anchor being thrown into the sand to hold a boat full of sightseeing tourists. The seagulls are cawing, scanning the ocean for tiny darting fish that can be picked out as their afternoon snack. The continuous chirping of the cicadas blends in with the background noise.
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The water shimmering and gloating up at the sharp blue sky, not disturbed by a single white cloud. I slowly wander down to the crashing waves and take a few running steps before diving into the clear blue ocean. The water makes my body freeze but at the same time it feels so refreshing, the only way not to get cold was to keep swimming. To keep swimming through gentle waves and a school of tiny little fish until I reached the floating buoy which was the centrepiece of the artwork when viewed from the dry sandy beach. I pull myself away from the water and take my first steps, transitioning from wet to dry sand. I spin around so I can have one last look at the shimmering tide. The sun pours down, piercing through the layers and deep into the heart of the ocean. The tide ebbing in and out leaves behind a trail of white foam and the occasional sharp edge of a polished shell, getting snatched back into the depths of the
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.
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
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
...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.
She notices how they “wade” through the water, thus impacting the “crow-blue mussel-shells” in the sand below (1, 3). Moore begins with imagery of fish to represent humanity’s impact on the smaller parts of nature. Soon after, the focus shifts from the fish to the water in which they swim. She introduces the water to be made of “black jade” but later, as the sun glistens through, illustrates the waves to be “turquoise” (2, 17). This water, like all oceans, flows with the tides.
The sand rushed between my toes massaging my feet with every step. The breeze kissed my cheeks like a child’s first kiss; and the sun warmed my skin like a baby in its mother’s womb. I placed a reclining beach chair underneath a palm tree to block the rays of the radiant sun. I tilted the seat, laid my head back, closed my eyes, and let my ears soak up the sounds that surrounded me: waves crashing on the shore, seagulls squawking, children running and playing, and distant conversation of people that bordered me. After relaxing and enjoying my surroundings, I plunged into the oceans salt water and was amazed of its clarity.
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.
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 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.
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
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.
The sun hasn’t risen yet. I put my fins on my feet and swim cap on my head. Once my goggles are on it’s time to dive in. I’m plunging into the freezing ocean. Each stroke I take I'm going farther and farther into the ocean and away from the sea shore.
As the speaker begins to contemplate the scene and listens to the pebbles grating with the waves, an "...
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.
As I wandered down the soft sandy beach, the soothing rhythm of the waves gently washing against the island banks. The salt in the air stung my nose as I ventured further. Cracked and worn bricks covered in barnacles littered the beach, they’re different from the pristine