Another Beautiful Day Interrupted

The beach is still. What once was golden with colour and joy, now lies dull colourless and blind. Waves crashing onto the moiled sand as the taste of sand over wheals my mouth. Not a body to be seen across the vast graveyard, the colour of grey drags in the air caving in on my every breath. While the only source of light comes from the moons reflection on the water. Playground swings sway hauntingly alone, not a bike or a skateboard anywhere nor a crack of laughter or a pep of moan. The smell of Fish and Chips has disappeared and so has the sight of crowds cheering the skateboards on. The sound of the ocean makes the atmosphere feel abandoned, dark, alarming but relaxed. Seaweed heads and shells lay undisturbed among the sand

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by dunes, hadn't heated up from the sun, so the sand had a soothing feeling of cool sand between each toe. Upon reaching the shore, we noticed that not many beachgoers had set up their

My dad and I step over a chain, entering the stand that’s only for lifeguards, and sit on the edge with our bare feet dangling. We drink our steaming coffee while listening to the pure sound of the light waves crashing. There’s always high tides in the mornings. It’s now six and I can see the rays of the sun peeking over the endless ocean, covering the peaceful beach with a warm, orange blanket. Flocks of seagulls glide by, disappearing into the warm sun. Half of the sun now showing, more people are coming to the beach. One man, about 60 years old, brought his yellow paddle board. He paddles out

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by

We went in through the sliding glass doors that give on the living room. I slid the door shut on its track and paused for another look out. The silver veil was three-quarters of the way across the lake. It had resolved itself into a crazily spinning teacup between the lowering black sky and the surface of the water, which had gone the color of lead streaked with white chrome. The lake had begun to look eerily like the ocean, with high waves rolling in and sending spume up from the docks and breakwaters. Out in the middle, big whitecaps were tossing their heads back and forth.

The whole weekend had been sunny. The day following our arrival, we played on the beach; the glaring sun beat down on us. I waded into the clear, harmonious water that lapped at my ankles steadily. Only the disruption of a passing boat or Jet Ski broke the steady, faithful surge and the calming sound of the waves gently kissing the shore. My family and I were staying at our friends’ house on Lake Roosevelt. The lake was gorgeous; the clear, light water transformed into a deep, rich blue-green the farther from shore my eyes traveled. Broad plateaus, covered in brilliant green foliage, surrounded the body of water. No hint was given as to what was about to be unleashed upon the lake and its

My brother, mom and dad and my dog and I hopped in the car to drive to the beach. This one specific beach was very close only about 10 minutes away. As we drove up there is a large paved car spot that curves into a T. A large sign welcoming us sits in the middle. Around a group of large pieces of driftwood a Pelican sits atop one of them. In the distance there is a patch of sand, sodden with water, broken sea shells are scattered about probably from gulls dropping them. Next to them are the tide pools many sea creatures live in them, red rock crabs scamper about. A mysterious collection of these creature a occasional clam pops up spraying as if enjoying himself in the sun. Surrounding a large Ominous lake hidden with it’s secrets of people who had visited every year people throw pebbles into the lake and wish for something anything their deepest desires.

The cabin was freshly painted white when I first arrived at Trojans Island Resort. I walked down the hard gravelly driveway to the empty beach, when I arrived at the beach I felt the hot soft sand between my toes and it reminded me of my childhood when I played in the sandbox in the summer time. The white geese were near the cold water looking for some nutritious food to keep them alive and well.

Christopher gets back to the home from the school, and nobody was in the home. Christopher puts his bag on the kitchen table, makes a raspberry milk shake, and goes to living room to watch one of his favorite “Blue Planet” film about the life forms in the deep sea. While Christopher’s watching video, his father comes back from the work, and he discovers Christopher’s mystery novel, which contains all investigation that Christopher made.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

The skyline resembled mountains of rainbow sherbet. For a moment, I imagined scooping the orange, raspberry, and lemon-lime mixture with an oversized spoon. Just by looking at the sky, I felt as if I could almost taste these flavors in my mouth, which gave me a strange satisfaction. A gust of warm air abruptly interrupted my daydream to welcome me to Cocoa Beach properly. These engulfing winds danced all around me before hugging my body completely and knocking me off-balance. All around me, I could see multiple different scenes: couples lying next to each other exchanging loving gazes, children building sand castles and running about screaming, friends playing volleyball, and parents atop the boardwalk enjoying alcoholic beverages as well

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

To the left of me, I see an older couple, books in hand, enjoying the relaxing evening under their bright, multicolor striped beach umbrella and green folding chairs that have palm trees sewn on the back. The man leans over and soon enough the lady begins to laugh at what he has said. Further down I can see a boy in blue and white striped swim trunks and his dog playing fetch near the shore. The dog is brown with a mix of white around his back. Each time the boy throws the bouncy blue ball, the dog is more and more eager to retrieve it for his owner. After a few throws, the next one goes farther than the others, causing the dog to dive into the water. He seems to enjoy the way the cool water feels on his fur

It was around 7 in the morning on a summer day in July. When my mother awakened me with extreme excitement in her voice.