As I stroll along the wooden path leading to the beach, the breeze carries the scent of salt to my nose. My feet feel the transition from the heated wooden planks to the cool sand hidden underneath the top layer, and I know I am in one of the most beautiful places on Earth: Maui, Hawaii. As the cool breeze mixes with the warm air, my hair tosses slightly in front of my eyes, blocking my vision. All at once, I hear the voices of the beach-goers, the crashing and receding of the powerful waves, and the whistle of the wind in my ears. I slowly reach up and my fingers meet the soft, delicate strands of hair on my face, and I push them haphazardly behind my ear. My eyes look up to see the mighty force in front of me: the ocean. The salt water stretches …show more content…
The waves build up until they crash onto the brown, grainy sand compacted by the force of the waves. The color of the water is stunning and astounding. The various shades of blue ranging from light, crystal blue to rich teal possess their own parts of the ocean, but they mingle when the depth of the ocean floor changes. My eyes then shift to focus on the noise coming from the intruders of the water and sand. I see people sitting cautiously away from one another, laying under the unusually close sun. I hear the parents shouting over the noise of nature at their kids, and I hear the spraying of sunscreen nearby. As I turn my head, I see the residual particles of sunscreen in the humid air and taste the bitterness of the mist. My face scrunches and I trudge through the hot, heavy sand and make my way to my family’s area of the beach. As I see the familiar faces, my lips curl into a smile at the thought of the beautiful day ahead of me. My sister and my dad stand as I near their towels now covered in the sand from their feet. I quickly throw out my folded towel, letting the wind catch it. I lay it down in the sand and grab my …show more content…
Without hesitation, my sister and dad grab their snorkels and meet me where the water kisses the sand. The thin layer of clear water accelerates toward my toes and sends chill bumps up my legs as it covers my feet. My sister, my dad, and I cautiously walk into the crashing waves, steering clear of the lumps of rocks and coral arranged sporadically in the ocean. The wind blows stronger on top of the water, which forces my hair away from my face and causes me to pull up my arms until I adjust to the cool temperature that envelops me. I stand in the sand hidden under several feet of light blue water and I adjust the straps of my snorkel. While placing the goggles, clouded from the residue of salt, over my eyes, I see the slight splashes of water coming from my family’s kicking feet. In a hurry, I take off behind them. As soon as my head submerges, everything is silent. I only hear my breathing and see the large valleys below me. The ocean floor moves from more shallow parts to dramatic drop offs surrounded by coral and rocks sculpted by the movement of the ocean. I kick my feet slightly and submerge myself deeper in order to go by the rocks where I see small schools of fish. The vibrant colors of the fish stand out against the
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 I gazed out at the everlasting turquoise ocean, I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I felt my whole body fill with a wave of relief as I studied my surroundings. A vibrant blue sky possessed no clouds, and the sun hung right above my face and reflected onto the water making it easier to see into the water and spot the fish and turtles. I stepped off the wooden boardwalk and headed into the ocean flippers first. As my flippers slapped the top of the crystal clear ocean, I then plunged under water.
...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.
We set out early the next day just as dawn awoke to light our way. We wanted to put distance between us and the island of the cyclops. I had thought that the ram I had sacrificed the night before had brought us good fortune, but I was to be proven wrong. The sea glittered like millions of lustrous jewels all dancing in the placid waves of the ocean. The ocean seemed to lap at the boats, encouraging them to sail faster towards the distant lands. Wisps of white fluffy clouds streaked the light blue sky as if a painter had lazily taken his brush and dabbed it in a few places; it seemed accidental, but in reality it created a master peace. The fresh sea breeze blew in our faces along with gusts of wind that danced in the air and propelled the boats on; it seemed to beckon us to explore the ocean. It was one of the days that seemed as though nothing
I wade in the water about forty yards out of the beach. I survey the waves impelling towards my slim body frame. My lanky legs hover beneath my board, and I feel the chilled ocean water from my knees down. As my
...as I began to walk in the water every imperfection on my body burned as the salt cleansed my skin. Knee high in the Dead Sea and my body even then began to feel weightless- the water carried me. 3 feet deep and no matter how much I tried to touch the bottom, I couldn’t. No one was splashing because if the salt got in your eyes it would be an unbearable burning feeling. For the first time all senior year I felt like I wasn’t in control. I let the water carry me. There wasn’t fear, I didn’t worry about getting carried out to far, nothing lived in the water so no matter how far I went, nothing could pull me under. For the first time all year I wasn’t worried about graduation, finals, or even college. It took me dipping my toes into something big and scary to finally feel relaxed and at peace with myself.
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
The ocean is a mysterious thing, with depths so deep you can not fathom what lies at the bottom. I step toward the water, dipping one toe in before I stumble through the almost crystal clear water. The water was not as warm as I had thought. A shiver runs up my spine, and I feel the hairs on my arms stand up. I tried to put my mind on something else.
The water seemed to be swallowing me and the next thing I knew I was in the water with my family. I couldn’t see the bottom. Though the depths of the ocean frightened me, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. As I gazed into the sky, I saw storm clouds traveling towards us. I started to tell them that we should turn back, but hesitated not knowing if they'd think I was just
A new day has begun. Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky, the sun glows vibrantly with delight. The passionate colours fill the sky with warmth like the pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry red. The sea so subtle sparkles preciously as it strolls up against the shore. The crystal water that stretch out far into the horizon gets darker and deeper but stays very calm.
Then I disappeared again under the now choppy aqua water. My dad dove under as well seeing me digging he starting to help me dig out what I though was one shell. The water became so murky after digging for only a few seconds, I had to resurface again to clear my eyes and to gulp in the fresh air, only to see that the green seaweed monster was getting closer every time a wave rolled in. Our time was limited. I descended back under into the murky depths, my dad resurfacing for a gulp of new oxygen for his lungs.
Imagine walking along the shore, feeling the light breeze on your face, smelling the saltiness of the ocean and leaving your foot prints behind in the powdery white sand. The sun is rising behind you and you can’t wait to see what the rest of the day has in store for you. It feels so unreal, almost like you’re in a dream. You are walking on the sands of one of the most famous beaches. The Waikiki beach isn’t just your ordinary beach, located in Oahu, Hawaii; this beach has everything to keep you entertained for your trip.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
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.
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.