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...
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
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 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.
The beach is exquisite any time of day, however, when dusk arrives, that is when I feel perfectly content. The sunsets over the water seem as if they hopped right out of one of Leonid Afremov’s paintings and the sky’s radiant and changing colors are uncapturable on camera . As I sit in awe of the mesmerizing view, I realize how meaningful it is to me, considering that opportunities like this- sunsets like this- there is not always an opportunity to watch. The moments when it is possible to watch them are the moments that are in need of cherishing, because they do not last forever. I dote on taking pictures of the sunsets at the beach because taking these pictures and capturing these moments gives me a sense of accomplishment.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.