The beach is known for being a place to relax; the beach I went to was a run–of–the–mill beach, tan sand with rocks next to an aqua sea, I was there with my Mother and family on a cloudless day in summer 2009.Nevertheless we were on the beach, it was filled with umbrellas of all colors, filling the beach like a canvas with hundreds of strokes on it. Starting our trip started with setting up our blanket and umbrella so we could sit down to relax at the start, but we all wanted to head out and swim so I put on my yellow goggles and arm floaters with dolphins on them, heading into the water which was reasonably warm in 90 degree weather . We were fairly deep into the water, the goggles and arm floaters were making sure I kept above the water as well as not inhaling any, it was fun splashing my family or going underwater to test how far we could see which was four inches. Out of nowhere, my Mother had screeched "Just stand sideways, you'll be fine!",abruptly, I saw it towering over us, a shadow coming towards us, I started to run away, or at least make an attempt to. Fear consumes me ,my only thoughts were heading to shore where I would be safe from the wave, I barely went half a foot away before it grabbed me. It grabbed on, dragged me to the middle where I couldn't move up to inhale air or push myself off the bottom to jump, I was trapped under the water, waves above taunting knowing I was trapped. Water was running past , I started to feel a strong tug on my head, before I could realize what was going on, my goggles were dashing away with the water, but I could still open my eyes under the water without the sting of saline water in my eyes. Everything was a mushy brown color, all thesand started to be pulled up, mixing with the water, everything in front of and below me was turbid, but when I look up to see the surface of the water, it was shining, crystal clear even. For a bit wondered if I was gazing at Heaven and thewave was my ride to heaven, but the pain snapped me back to reality, black spots were flooding my vision while pain was wrapped around my chest. It had wrapped around me, began to trail down to my toes and rise to my head, it hurt so much, I started to feel tired,
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We walk down old, crumbling stairs to see a white sand beach and blue, sinuous waters ahead. Every step down we take, the distinct smell of the water enters our noses and exits clean and untouched as we inhale out. On the beach, families are sitting on their blankets and folding chairs, with their umbrellas open to hide them from the harmful rays of the sun. Kids run around and splash each other in the cold waters of Lake Michigan. We find a nice spot on the beach, lay down our towels, and sit down. The beach is one of the cleaner ones in New Buffalo, but pull tabs of cans, gum wrappers, and glass lies beneath the sand. "It's a beautiful view, isn't it?" I hear someone say. A few second later, I hear loud talking behind me and turn my head around. A new family has arrived to the beach. I see a son, a daughter, a mother, and a father. The teenage kids go and get themselves set up on the beach, only to sit down and scroll through their social media feeds, not taking off their oversized american flag sweaters or ripped, blue jean shorts. The parents catch up with the other family and talk about some vacation they took to the Bahamas last spring. I hear the whole story, every detail of it to be exact, because it takes some time to learn how to block out the background noise of relatives seeing each other after a month apart. Music, that everyone in this community knows can be heard playing on a bluetooth speaker. As I observe the moving waves, I think to myself, is this what
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The perfect seal of the horizon begins to break to reveal the gleaming crown of the sun: a new day has begun.
Slowly ascending into the cold dark sky the sun glows vibrantly with delight, the intense colours fill the sky with warmth; pink grapefruits, zesty lemons, citrus oranges and cherry reds detailed in the sky, very much like a brightly coloured Persian rug.
The sea so subtle sparkles preciously brushing up against the seashore. Looking at the crystal waters that stretch out far into the horizon getting darker and deeper but still very calm, the ripples are gentle.
As though walking on a land of gold, the sand so soft, so smooth glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy of...show more content... The deserted beach was calling out to people with its exquisite beauty.
The calling must have been heard because not long after, people were already pulling up in their noisy cram packed cars and coaches; as they stepped out their eyes widened and faces glowed with content to see the elegance of the sea.
The sea had now changed from a show of colours to a simple ice clear blue which subtly sparkled and foamed as it gushed up the seashore. The perfect painted picture was about to be ruined, people were hypnotised: put under a spell more and more people were arriving bringing their huge amounts of noise; engine roars, chatter, loud laughter, squeals of young children and blasts of loud music from their radios.
The seas smooth surface seemed destroyed; people were cramming in, splashing and playing around.
The beach was no longer peaceful as it was a few hours ago, now it's noisy and busy as though I'm back in the city.
The glossy golden sand couldn't really be seen as it was stabbed with umbrellas, piled with deck chairs and cramped under towels of sunbathing
tourists, cooking their plump white flesh, absorbing the suns rays to the maximum.
No longer was the beach deserted, it was crowded, the sea full of people playing, the shore was being trampled on and there wasn't
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You have been in the car for a very long three days. You have sat in a line of cars 10 miles long. You have endured your annoying siblings, stressed out parents and the cramped space of the car. You have eaten junk food and soda for days. Your legs are screaming to move, you think you will never arrive. You have heard rumors about the beach. Sand so white it sparkles, water crystal clear, ships the size of buildings, andhotel rooms the sizes of houses. You finally start to see the first signs of the ocean first the tall tan coconut trees, then the smell of the salt water, and then the roar of the waves. Then you finally see it the ocean, so big and so blue. Full of life, adventure, and discovery. After unpacking and...show more content...
The food at the beach is amazing and one of kind. You decide to getcrab legs at the buffet, but you don 't know how to eat them so you ask your dad. Your dad looks at you and says "Son, seafood is the best thing ever created". You tell your dad "We'll see". After taking your first bite of crab you finally realize what all the praise is about. You tell your dad "You were right seafood is the best".
After you and your family are done eating you continue on the boardwalk walk. As you are walking you can 't help but look into all the stores and surf shop windows. You want everything in there but you know your parents will say no. Your parents do however let you go into one surf shop that has little turtles. You beg your parents to let you get one, you almost break them, but they said they would decide towards the end of the week. After you are done walking, your family decides to get some some ice cream. You find this ice cream shop with 50 different flavors you don 't know what you 're going to choose, but you eventually decide on mint chocolate chip. The mint chocolate chip is really good and maybe even better than the locale ice cream shop back at home. After you 're done with ice cream you head back to the hotel after letting your stomach settle. Your family decides to go crabbing, you have never been crabbing before and don't know what to expect. The first shock comes when you realize you have to touch the crabs to get them out of the net. The crabs
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The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue–green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever. The sand was a scorching heat, it burned our feet as we eagerly walked down to the ocean shore. Sea oats (tallgrass important to sand dunes and beach plant life) and tiny red and black ants were seen everywhere, covering the sand until we got closer to the sea. Small pieces of bright seashells were scattered all over the place, cutting and poking our feet as we walked around. Cigarette butts and trash from past visitors littered the beautiful sand. The beach was deep, making our feet sink down with every step. Shoes made walking around the sand hard, as they would just get filled with the white sand and make our feet heavier to lift up from the ground. People were everywhere, their brightly colored umbrellas and towels covering the entirety of the beach, adults and kids alike were rushing out into the waves with colorful surfboards and animal floaties. My purple bag chair was sitting just in the right spot for the waves to flow up to my feet and back down again. After awhile, the sand that's being taken in from the soft waves starts sinking the chair legs down. The chair starts leaning forwards, almost completely knocking me into the wet, sticky sand. Brightly colored Seashells come floating up next to me with the crashing waves, where I am low enough to the ground that I can quickly scoop them up before the ocean takes them away again. The beach is full of
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As I stood there, on the beach, glancing at the ocean in awe of the beautiful sight, a sudden gust of wind blew past me. Each individual strand of my hair crossed my face, the sun played peek–a–boo as it made its appearance just above the horizon, as if it were too scared to show its' beautiful light. The smell of the sea filled my nose as I took in the fresh air. The sand was filled with corals, with a collection of many sea shells, all of which had their own uniqueness in shape, size and color; however, the sand felt like a bed full of soft comforters. The way the ice–cold water moved the sand and flowed onto my feet and between my toes, made my heart race. It was as soft and delicate as a newborn; the tiny grains of sand were so fine that it could not possibly be seen without a microscope. The waves sounded as if they were singing a soothing song to me, causing me to look back on all of my past memories and drawing me closer to them. They were inviting me in with their eternal arms, but my feet could not listen because the frigid waves penetrated my feet. It was as if I were stuck. My feet were planted, my feet would not move. It was as if they were frozen to the ground and could not possibly take a step, therefore, I sat down, watching the sun rise higher and higher, lighting up the beautiful morning sky. As the time gradually went by, the warm rays of sun glowed; with a cheerful, good morning, reaching down towards me and shining a beam of light towards
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The waves are crashing. The sun is setting. People are laughing and embracing under the sunset. I feel the sand squish slowly through my toes as I gaily walk down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. My all time favorite place to be is the beach. The weather at the beach is the most quarreling of all places in the world. One minute you are relaxing lazily on the sandy seashore reading a most invigorating book. I sit engrossed and allow the foamy mist from the rampant ocean spray your face lightly as though it was the touch of a feather. Off in the distance thesun begins to set in a sleepy unhurried fashion. It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
The colors swirl together in a muddled mass across the sky....show more content... The gluey substance formed is untouchable by any marketed adhesive. Finally, the time for construction has come. I smooth, pile, pound, and shape my massive sand castle into perfection. Now
that I have my fortress, I need to find the ideal shells and driftwood to add the finishing touches. With glistening and shimmering shells as windows, my castle stands out among all the others on the beach. The search for the ideal driftwood has paid off tenfold; a selective driftwood bridge that doesn't allow foes to pass carefully protects my castle. With work and creativity, my sand fortress will be the best on the shore. A wide variety of sports is played on the beach. There is nothing like a nail biting, sand eating, and net crashing game of paddleball. Injury isn't thought of while on the beach because there is a bed of pillowy soft sand to land on. Everyone plays hard and tries their best. Competition is the most fun when it is against friends. No one really cares who wins. The environment allows me to relax and enjoy the game. Another great activity is windsurfing. Skimming along the top of the calm glassy water at high speeds is a claming experience. Crashing into the water at high speeds, however, is not calming at all. What is your favorite place? Think about it for a while. Give it careful thought. As you are sitting in your cozy home watching the sunset and
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Traveling the distance for a day of no school, work and responsibilities for a quick getaway, is the medication to a happy lifestyle. So we set off a trip to a destination that is worry free. The long car ride is spent singing to our favorite throwback songs and arguing about the dumbest of things, like who ate the last slice of pizza the night before or maybe even who left the seat up last. All of which are moments worth a chuckle. When we finally arrive at the wonderful place, the first breath of fresh air is taken as the door to our white suburban is opened and we come into contact with the grounds of Pismo Beach. With the help of the seven individuals that poured out of the cramped car; we start to unpack the trunk with gadgets that are needed for the day to begin. Ice chests, sand buckets, shovels, foldable chairs, towels and a radio, all come along with us in our journey for a day at the beach. Immediately it is noticed that there is a drastic change in temperatures as it dropped a couple degrees from how it felt back home. The breeze here fills my skin with goosebumps that the short hairs on my arms stand up as it is too cold for normalcy. The wind also elevates the grainy sand to reach the height of my head, and the particles become a part of my tangled brunette hair, where later it will almost become impossible to get every single sand bit out of the barkish stands. Heading down to the oceanside, we choose a section to set up. Towels are thrown on the surface of the beach. Sandwiches are in the factory of "Momma's kitchen" being prepared for the hungry stomachs of my siblings and I. After filling out human gas tanks, it's time to get a feel of the finest, Pismo Beach. Buckets are filled with sand because it is time to build unstable castles and mansions that is a representation of our ideal home when we grow up. My dad will think it's cool acting like the hulk, stomping around our masterpiece and burning it down to the core, smooshing together the damp sand, with the only thing left is the stamp of his size thirteen foot. And us. rolling in the sand laughing at the character he played so carelessly. The scene he created, the laugh we felt in our stomachs, are all just part of why we love so much about
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For this assignment I decided to head out to Docweiler Beach near LAX. I love the beach, not so much for going swimming or getting wet but more to lay in the sand and just relax to the soothing sound of the waves, especially nice in this hot weather. I decided to bring my sister for the ride so it's not to lonely and set up around a more deserted part for more concentration and relaxation. I also chose Dockweiler Beach because there I could get a sense of all the 5 ancient elements all in one sitting, with all the elements interacting. Water clashing against the sand to create a calming sound, the wind riding against the waves causes a cool chill down my spine and the man made fire to keep warm. I can feel the earth element in the sand getting in my toes and all over my clothes to later find more in my underwear. The Air element is strong along the beach, getting my hair all over my face as well as making kites fly high. I see the fire element being used to light the bonfires along the beach to keep people warm on the windy beach or to probably make S'mores. The water element as I can see is the giant ocean in front of me going as far as I can see with no ending. Another reason I don't like going into the water, the ocean is terrifying especially when you don't know how to swim. Then there is the void element which in this case is me and my mind observing this presence and writing it out in this essay. Officially today there is a total of 118 elements in the periodic table. These ancient four elements originated from the ancient Greeks and then the fifth element aether (void) was added by Aristotle. Before the fifth element the first four elements which were earth, wind, water, and fire, represented to the ancient Greeks as well as modern science the four states of matter. In these 4 states of matter we have solid representing the earth element, liquid representing the water element, gas representing the air element, and plasma representing the fire element. The ancient 5 elements are active is every bodies daily routine schedule. It's something we see every day and don't notice the affects they have on us. Looking more closely to everyday life we have earth. Earth is what we walk on, it has a variety of
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Ask any of your friends or family what they think of when you mention hot Summer days and I'd guess they are like a lot of mine and immediately picture beaches. Some of them may think of the always warm climates of San Diego, Miami, or even Hawaii. Some might even venture to dream of the sands of the French and Italian Rivieras. What I dream of though is just a bit different. I always imagine the words "beach day" scrawled in the sand with pieces of seashells underlining the letters somewhere along the Pacific coast of Oregon. While the western half of the state is known for its cooler and wetter climate, the Summer season can be quite temperate and makes its beaches a perfect destination for escapes from the high heat. Once you get there, in addition to simply enjoying relaxing in the sand and splashing in the water, you will find plenty of activities along the way to make many new Summer memories.
Start at the northern end of Oregon's portion of Highway 101 and you will find Astoria. If you are of the generation that embraced the now classic "Goonies", you will find yourself recognizing this location immediately. Much of the movie was filmed here and there is a yearly Goonies Day celebration every June. Even if you are not a follower of the cinematic history of the area you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the surrounding ocean and mountains by climbing the spiral staircase of the 600 foot Astoria Column. The Column was completed as a marker commemorating the first
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By far one of the most beautiful and tranquil places I have visited, the Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina leaves me in awe every time. The overall beauty of the island is second to none and makes you want to stay forever. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, like when the week at the luxurious resort is over. The number of things to do on the resort is suitable for all ages and all personalities alike, from biking, shopping, recreational activities, or just going to the beach, Sea Pines truly does have something for everyone. The Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island is one of the most beautiful resorts on the east coast. Highlighted by its beautiful beaches, extensive bike paths, and world class scenery, this is a place I will never forget. Like any good resort, Sea Pines is known for its beautiful and extensive beaches. As soon as I get near the coast, I can hear the squawking of seagulls, the crashing of waves, and the low chatter of people. As I get closer, beach goers wash off the sand and salt in the outdoor shower, people are ordering food and drinks at the beach house, and kids lug boogie boards and toys off the beach to their cars. A tan, worn wooden boardwalk bridges the gap between the patio of the beach club and the beginning of the beach, gently sloping off until the sand takes over. The sand burns my feet, which is to be expected on a day that's sunny and 95 degrees. An abundance of grassy plants shield my view of Get
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The place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from our jobs and everyday duties. It is the place where we can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. This place is called the beach. A trip to the beach can be successful if you make the right preparations and find activities to do during the day and night. Nature is so beautiful and to witness it, there is no more beautiful place then a beach or watching a sun set on a beach. For some reason, I have been attached to the beach so much and even though I don't know swimming, surfing or any kind of water sports. I enjoy by watching waves, smell of water and sand and the cold breeze of fresh air. I recently planned a trip to Clearwater beach in Florida and it was a experience, I won't forget in my entire life. Such a beautiful place and if you are a big fan of water sports, it is a must go place, I suggest. In the childhood we see cartoons on tv and how they describe beach for example, red sky in the evening, waves colliding with each other and it made me a big fan of the water ends. True beauty of the ocean is beneath the sea, it's called coral reefs or sea plants which are the colorful bunch of plants growing under the salty water of the ocean. It is a feeling where we are stunned watching the gloriousness and it makes us think to capture each and every moment we see and we enjoy. It is a place where I wish I could be there each and every day. As soon as you reach there and stepped out of your car, first thing you noticed is the texture of the beauty. White sand, blue sky and the pleasure to be there. First step on the sand, no footwears on your feet and as soon as you put your feet on the sand, such a feel of a piece of velvet on the floor with rose petals on it and you feel like you could stand like that for the whole day. The sand was still warm due to the heat. It was a complete free of cost feet massage. Place was surrounded by all kind of people. Old, young kids, teenagers, sweet couples having their good time. Touching the sand is like touching sugar, it's very grainy but don't taste it! You can feel the hot sand between your toes. A warm and muggy day was Get more content
They way I see things, life is different at the beach. Time doesn't move hour to hour, but moment to moment. We live by the whipping currents, play by the ever changing tides, and follow the direction of the yellow globe in the sky. In my experience, trips to the beach never fail to make my heart giddy and rid my life of any obstacles, at least temporarily. For me, looking out at the never–ending ocean is like looking through a special pair of glasses. I see the world with a different point of view. Everything seems peaceful and serene; nothing is too troubled and no one too anxious. A trip to the beach will completely overwhelm your senses. What do I get most anxious about when I go to the beach? Sprinting, tearing, racing to the ocean. Regarding nothing but the crystal blue, balmy, water and feeling pure contentment. But in my rush to get to the water, my care for the sights around me seem to slip my mind. I glance around, and at first sight one might see a few teenagers on summer break, in their Nemo colored swimsuits and shameless black sunglasses, gamboling around and bubbling with joy. You might see the few mothers daring enough to bring their giggling toddlers, in bright bubblegum pink hats that match the shade of their sweet, sunburnt, little, cheeks. Look around a little bit more. Open your eyes a little wider. Skim the surface of the water topped with chalky white foam and teeming with meager, little creatures of the sea whose shells spiral around like a staircase in the most grand of castles for the most grand of princesses. Watch the thick, waterlogged sand castles crash against the cozy, pristine sand beneath your feet. Scan the sky and take a minute to notice the alabaster white seagulls that cackle above your head and cheat french fries out of the hands of awestruck tourists. Stare out at the mysterious crashing waves and take note of the ash colored pelicans flinging themselves into the water with a splash and reappearing with an outstretched beak full of terrified fish. Now inch forward into the icy water. Feel the rush of the waves as they try to sweep you into the ocean. Try to stay balanced as the sand teams up with them and races out from beneath your feet. Close your eyes and let the
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