Life for me can be pretty hectic. The struggles of being a single mom, having a job that requires fifty hour a week and trying to further my career by continuing my education can be very stressful. I always searched for different ways to relieve my stress. One experience In particular has changed me forever. There is something about the beach that always puts me in a relaxing state of mind. I can spend all of my free time there and not worry about the reality of life. Nothing really matters when I’m there, it’s my escape. I’ve traveled all over the east coast from New York to Florida experiencing their beaches, but nothing compares to Crash Boat Beach.
Crash Boat Beach is located in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico. The island of Puerto Rico is found in the Caribbean and lies between the Caribbean Sea and North Atlantic Ocean. I was lucky enough to experience the beauty of this beach when I went to visit my family
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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. Shoulder deep, I could see the grains and lines of seashells that scattered the ocean floor, and see the twinkles of my toes. The waves were gentle caressing my body like a massage in a health spa. The water was warm as if I was laying in a hot tub after a long day of work. I returned to my beach chair and just sat there telling myself “life is
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
Most people experience dramatic events that demonstrate to them just how fragile life is. Whether these events are acts of gruesome violence, or deaths of a loved ones, the frailty of life is evident. However, for me, this was a different story. As a southern white-boy, my realization came in the most unexpected of places – the Hawaiian Islands. When I learned of a snorkeling trip mid-vacation, I was overcome with anticipation and couldn’t wait to embark on my “Pacific Pilgrimage.” This vacation would prove to be a dramatic turning point in my life.
As I stood with my peachy pink toes in the gritty sand, I watched as the salty water rushed over my feet. The white waves covered my feet completely and I let them submerge deeper into the wet sand. Looking out toward the horizon, my chest rose as humid air filled my lungs to spread warmth throughout the rest of my body. Finally letting my thoughts come to a slow stop; I relaxed for the first time in a long time. “Don’t wait up for me!” My grandpa yelled from the top of overpass. We had established a tradition of body surfing where he had always held the number one spot as the winner, no matter who actually won the race. I dove head first into the water and headed out toward the sand bank to catch some waves. Tossing my clumpy hair over my shoulder, I continued to dig my toes deeper into the snug sand. Pieces of grains settled between my feet to complete my feeling of paradise.
Faith Bateman Ms. Bourgeois STA DE English 101 March 15 2024 Boosie Saved Baton Rouge Hanif Abdurraqib is a music critic, essayist, and poet that uses popular music to blend social history and insight into technical and emotional aspects of a song, album, or a performance. In his first collection, They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us, he combined essays that included a deeply personal consideration of self-identity and the continued suffering inflicted on Black bodies. In, “Burning That Which Will Not Save You: Wipe Me Down And The Ballad Of Baton Rouge”, an essay in his book, Hanif Abdurraqib linked Boosie Badazzs’ song, “Wipe Me Down”, to life in Baton Rouge rebuilding after the destruction of Hurricane Katrina. Through Hanif Abdurraqib’s use of
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 beach filled with the stillness of the clam and quiet morning. The calm waves lapping over one another in the early hours of the morning. Not another sound in the world can be heard. Looking out over the ocean as if there is land beyond the enormous, stunning, blue water. How was something so striking create on this earth and why? Wondering what is in the vast, sparkling blue waters. Wondering if the marine life in the sea can actually see and heard. Feeling the cool, quiet morning slowly turning into a hot, busy day. Turning once more to appreciate its beauty then turning around ready to face
The Pacific Ocean was my playground to splash around in the waves and dig holes to bury myself in. For as long as I can remember, the moment I felt the ocean breeze and the salty water, I was in my own world. I was raised in a family of surfers whose whole lives were surrounded by the time of the day they could go and surf. A moment to forget about
Beneath my feet, the toasty sand of golden colour shimmered sparkly as white seagulls floated elegantly above. The warm air was tied with a salty aroma that lingered indefinitely while breezes chased each other over the water and sand like a puppy chasing its tail. A clamour of happiness mixed with excitement between friends and family was all around. A wave crashed against the shore like a storm and my surroundings morphed into the beach on the island.
As I watch, the waves from the shore look fun and almost innocent as they crest and then crash over one another. I can taste the salt in they air and watch little rainbows glisten through the prisms of the ocean’s spray. The warm ocean water toward the shore is covered with foam and bubbles from the rumbling waves as children and their families play in the gritty tan colored sand. I think to myself, “This is perfect”.
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.
With pallid skin and gleaming eyes I was laying there on the boundary where the promised land meets the immense blue sea. The rhythmic dance of the salty waves washed me ashore. My mind was stressed, confused and alienated. I felt lucky for once, as I had realised that I was the only saved soul on that remote abandoned island. I looked up to the sky.
You rose above the surface and took a deep breath. Moving your (h/c) hair out of your face, diving under water always made it a mess, you examined the beach.
In my head, I am imagining how hot the sand will be on my feet. I step onto the sand and feel the scorching grains between my toes, and I think to myself how there is no place that I would rather be than right here. Everything is sizzling, just how I like it. I can see the fumes rising from the sand and I can feel the warm breeze coming from the ocean. I walk deeper into the beach. Scanning the area, I finally find a good spot to set out my towel and to relax. I unwind onto my towel and begin to feel the rays absorb into my skin. Breathing in and out, I feel as if my lungs are becoming thick with salt. The soft roar of the waves is continuous and it puts me into a peaceful trance. Slowly, I fade away into the temptation of the
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
Thinking of surfing brought me to think about my brother who is a surfer. I reminisced about the times he and I had sat quietly in the ocean waiting to see that perfect bump in the horizon. He taught me a great lesson in surfing; you don’t always have to pick the first option because there are more opportunities to