Cool, course sand is padded beneath my feet. My toes bury themselves under the sand as if it were a blanket. The light, icy breeze of the sea frisks playfully up my legs leaving chills and raised hairs in its path. I can taste the sweet perfume of the salty air. My eyebrows furrow as I soak up the radiant summer sun. It envelops my skin in a warm embrace as if it hadn't seen me in ages. A glistening sheen of sweat cools my shirtless torso, highlighting the contours of my body. Running my hands through my salty hair, I look out to the majestic and mysterious body of water before me, wondrously blue. I listen to the steady, rhythmical crashing of the waves; the rustling of the palm leaves in the wind; the calls of the birds, soaring through …show more content…
The map to my heart lies within the cerulean sea. If the destination is the happiness of my heart, then the beach is the journey. My love for the ocean was instilled in me at a young age. My parents used to take me to the beach when I could barely even count the number of sea shells in the palms of my mother's hands. When I got a little older, my parents always enjoyed a good laugh and would tell me I was born from sea foam, and that I had seawater for blood. I only believed them for a couple years. When I think about it, it makes sense why my family loves the water so much. My grandfather was born and raised on the coasts of Cuba while my grandmother was born and raised in Puerto Rico. While my grandfather came to America to escape the communist, Fidel Castro, and my grandmother came for greater opportunities, they both came for the same reasons of having a better life. I guess being close to the ocean just reminds my family of …show more content…
The reason for that is because it carries truth. I consider the beach my "home" because that is where the map to my heart takes me. When I am standing at the beach, my soul goes on a journey. I look out and see the delicacy and craftsmanship of the ecosystem which surrounds me. I see the intricate details of the flowers and the trees and the birds and the fish, and how they all interact with each other in a way that is perfect. I see the way the sun breaks through the clouds in glorious beams. I see the waves, the way they tumble and break, and yet form again and again. The consistency of the waves reminds me slightly of myself: no matter how far away they are from land or how long it takes for them to travel to it, they always find their way back to the shore. They always find their way back to the warm, welcoming sand of the beach; almost like even the waves have a map leading them there. Like I have a map leading me
To find my beach, Smith says the ad instructs a person to “focus”. “Everything that is not absolutely necessary to your happiness has been removed from the visual horizon”. In order to find my beach, I have to “pursue happiness actively” and find the mindset that will allow me to do this. Smith narrates the
The foamy wavelets curled up to her white feet and coiled like serpents about her ankles. She walked out. The water was chill but she walked on. The water was deep, but she lifted her white body and reached out with a long, sweeping stroke. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
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
There are many reasons the ocean is my favorite place to be. These range from the atmosphere and people at the ocean to the scenery experienced while there. It is a time for me to be free from all the hassles in my life and to "get away from it all," even if it is only for a week. The ocean should be enjoyed for what it is. Loud noise and all the hustle and bustle of boardwalks should not exploit it. At the ocean I can feel at home and at peace because it is my favorite place to be.
I close my eyes and go to my happy place. I see a smooth white sand beach, the warm sun glistening over the crystal clear blue water, palm trees swaying in the wind. Most people would say this is any beach, however this isn’t any beach to me. The place I’m talking about is home to me, it brings me happiness, relaxation, good times, and great memories. The place I like to call home is Jamaica. My first visit to Jamaica was when I was just three years old, the last time I was there I was seventeen. Over the span of 14 years I’ve been to Jamaica seven times, and six of those times have been to the same quaint little resort in Runaway Bay. Over the years as I have grown and changed the resort has continuously stayed the same.
3… 2… 1… Have you ever come across a moment where your entire childhood fantasy is a lie? It was at that moment when I realized the ocean’s true power and masked might. The stunning beauty of the tiny, vibrant yellow Sergeant Major fish and the emerald-green sea corals only only hid the fact that a single wave can drown me. The creatures-- especially the Sergeant Major -- could attack me, hurt me, eat me.
There are many different elements that make the beach a relaxing and fun environment. Three of the images presented were a starfish, a sand dollar, and a sea shell that focused on their individual texture and color. These images emphasized the beauty of different common features that are incorporated in the beach setting that provide amazement and interest to guests. Another visual shown focused on the view people experience at sunset on the ocean water. The beautiful
deep blue ocean. As I lay on the sand, I see kites rise above the
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.
There is something about the smell of the beach, that “salt air” smell you get by the water, mixed with the heady aroma of vanilla and coconut tanning oil that to this day still elicits a powerfully emotional
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.
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
The sea was not like anything else ever created. It had a beautifully charming effect on people generally and a relaxing and relieving one on others. Therefore,there are an immense amount of sea lovers.
The poignant panorama when the sights are all moonlit; One feels so mighty powerful—and yet so very small, Gazing upward, heaven-ward, as on the beach I sit: The sea, the sands, the sky—I cannot make the call— To extol the virtues of this place or say which is my favorite. West Coast of Florida The West Coast of Florida is the loveliest place That I know I have ever beheld;
If I were to live anywhere in the world, I would live on the island of Jamaica. I would live on the island of Jamaica because, the the ocean their is warm and clear and I like the warmer air their. I really would like to try something different and really like to smell the fresh ocean water and to sit, and to play on the sand. I always wanted a beach house that has an ocean view because I love seeing the waves crash, I also like seeing the surfers riding the big waves that can knock you down. When I am at the beach, I usually like to be in the ocean water for most of the day, but I occasionally like to take breaks from the water so I can have some food for when I’m hungry, or I would make sandcastle’s in the yellow sand. I sometimes like to