Vacation is usually the time one sleeps in, yet here I am at six in the morning on Pacific Beach in sunny San Diego. I take notice of the sweat as it drips down my brow, over my cheekbone, and off my face. Trying to catch my breath, dragging in as much air into my lungs as possible. I lay out my blue, green, and white beach towel down and slip off my shoes as I walk into the shallow water to help cool down. Looking down at my toes, I watch the tide flow up and down the bank. I pull myself from my thoughts as the sky alights into a canvas of pale peach and popping-pink layered over the incandescent sun. It is mesmerizing to watch as the deep indigo of the night sky and the shining silver of the moon fades away into a soft periwinkle. The sun’s rays illuminate the clouds, making them look like glowing coral fairy floss from the town fair. Just beneath the fluffy clouds, I see California surfers sitting on their boards, waiting for one last wave before they …show more content…
To some, the smell of seaweed and salt may cause them to turn away, but I revel in this experience as it’ll remain in my memory for a lifetime. The smell so strong I can almost taste it. My hair blows around, strands caught in front of my face. Opening my eyes, I push my hair back to see the light reflecting off the surface of the water making the ocean glitter and gleam. Listening to the crashing of the waves is the perfect white noise to drown out the waking streets behind me. I watch as the wave approaches the shore, rising high and dropping down, the chilly saltwater coming to a slow roll as it runs over my feet, seaweed catching at my ankles. As it retreats back into the water, the sand around my feet goes with it causing my heels to sink deeper into the ground. Giggling to myself I look down the beach seeing how high the tide was last night by the line of seaweed left
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
...n. When a sting ray swims past you or a jelly fish is there in the water beside you, again there is a realization of just how much is going on under the water that is not seen. The waves can make you feel so insignificant when you get tumbled head over heels in the water and you have no control over yourself. Only after experiencing this can the powerfulness of the waves be realized.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
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.
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.
Every since I can remember I have liked to watch movies, I would never watch a scary
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.
On was a saturday morning around seven in the morning, my mom comes bursting through the doors of my sister and I’s room. She tells us to hurry and get dressed because we were going on an adventure. My sister and I got ready as fast as we could and ran to the car. As we were driving my sister and I could not imagine what amazing place we were going to. Then all of a sudden the big yellow signs appears...Sesame Place! Screaming with joy and laughter, we ran to the gate and our amazing day began. Looking for something to do with the kiddos on a Saturday? Sesame Street is the perfect place to go! The days are long and hot, but the memories are worth it! Even Sesame Places says, “to go before they grow!”
That's the first thing that I saw when I woke up on the damp floor of the maze. The last thing that I remembered before waking up was the sound of a woman screaming and the bite of a knife as it slide in between my ribs. As I tentatively feel in under my shirt for the wound I only feel smooth skin and a couple scars. When I look down I find that I have acquired a new scar since my incarceration, it looks as if someone tried to carve a greek Omega in my skin but had been interrupted halfway. For the moment I decided to disregard it since it looked to have heal a long time ago and started to assess my situation. I was in a stone hallway the seemed to stretch into oblivion in both directions. In front of my was a
Windows down and wind flowing in and out of the car, feeling the air flow through me. Cruising down McCormick Boulevard and Main Street with no thought in my mind other than driving. The view of the trees and bushes is so beautiful with no cars blocking the view. The glistening stars and glowing moon shining through the dark blue sky are just breathtakingly alluring. Sitting there driving is one of the most calming, stress free things to do.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every
Almost everyone likes to take time out from a world of work and relax once in a while. One way of relaxing that has become popular amongst the people of today’s society is to take a vacation. This action has taken off with the people of today’s society. However, a vacation can mean several different things to several different people. For some people a vacation might be a chance to relax, while to others, a vacation might mean to leave their professional work for a while, only to do another different kind of work. An example of what a vacation is to me, is a trip. The trip is a chance to get away from everything and see new sights. Vacations take several shapes, but the main purpose is to relax stays constant.
A Day In My Life - Personal Narrative Today is just another school day. The days seem to merge but the
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea