Beach Descriptive Essay

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. This day happened on my spring break, in the beginning of April, my senior year. As I walked upon the beach the salty, floating breeze of Panama City was enough to make my knees go weak. I looked into the clear blue sky and saw the perfection of life. I took a moment to gaze about what nature has offered to me. Everything on this beach has its own unique feel and it has its own way of making you feel calm and relaxed.

My friends and I had taken a weekend trip to Orange Beach. We decided to stay in a condo for the entire weekend. The day that we were going to Orange Beach my friend Hasan was graduating from Madison Central High School in 2015, and he was getting his parents to drive him to Orange Beach so that he could hang out with us for the weekend. We did multiple events such as driving down to Orange Beach and back home, going to the beach, biking, waiting for dinner, living in a condo, and celebrating a friend graduating High School. The events on this trip had many fun and horrific event happen in them. This may be a reason why a person does not take a high school graduate.

At the same time, the people on the other island are coming over to the beach island on a raft they had built. Jed is looking after the sick people in the camp, and Rich has to watch what's going on with the rafters. So, from now on, he's out alone all day, smoking grass and talking to his imaginary friend mister Duck.

The small dinghy anchored in Stillwater Cove moved in synchronized rhythm with the undulating waves that knocked against the side. The water was turbulent tonight and matched the occupant’s mood as they whispered to themselves, “Damn, this constant up and down motion. I’m glad I’m not prone to seasickness or I’d be puking over the side about now.”

When being a kid your favorite place is seen however you want it to be seen no matter how unrealistic it is. When going again to the same place as a teenager, you don’t see the sane anymore your mind is programmed to see the realism. When I was little I noticed every beautiful thing in this one place, but when arriving at the same place as a teenager that beauty disappears and reality is what I see and feel. When going to the beach as a child the enjoyable physical descriptions, activities and experiences changed when going back to the beach as a teenager. When I went to the beach as a kid it was exciting, hot, and beautiful and now going as a teenager it’s too hot, boring, and scary.

It was a cool breezy day at Waikiki Beach on a Saturday afternoon. The sky was painted blue filled with clouds and the sun shining through. As I walked onto the sand I can feel my bare feet get burned by the heat of the sun. I jog to find a spot on the beach where no one else is around. Once I find my spot I slip into my wetsuit and my body gets sucked into it as I zip it up. Then I pull my long, tangled hair into a ponytail to get it out of my face as the wind blows it.

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.

Mother's Beach holds a dear place in my heart. It is where mothers bring their children knowing the calm, cool waves will allow their young to experience all the joy a beach can provide. I had been there many of times in my short but happy life. At the time I had just been faced with all the excitement that comes with celebrating a birthday; I was now the big 5 years old. I thought I was ready to take on the world, sadly, I was unaware of all the seemingly innocent dangers out there in the world. My family and I were planning a trip to Mother's Beach trying to reminisce in all the memories we had of Long Beach. In a couple days, we would be moving half-way across the U.S. to Tulsa, Oklahoma making this our last trip to our beloved and special place. It would be a break from all of the hectic and assiduous process of packing up our entire house.

Big white and blue sail boat across the salty water traveling east of the shoreline. Sun bouncing off the water and reflected on the hotel windows. Waves crashing up on shore while feet buried in the white, wet, hot sand. Crabs crawling in the grains of sand chomping on the tips of toes. Wood cracking as millions of people walk across it to reach the beach. Little boy complains to his mom about carrying all the beach chairs and buckets out to their tent on the beach. Most everyone has somewhere they go to escape reality. The beach is great therapy to regain self-awareness, release stress that is causing trouble, and erase life obligations at the moment.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.

And suddenly, I was there… alone, in the middle of a serene ocean. The last thing I remember was me, leaving a foreign country which I still don’t know the name. I was in a rectangular and modest boat and the water seemed molten silver before my eyes, so infinite, and I felt so small… I could notice the reflection of the sun flaming, burning my pupils. The tide began to turn tanned and I felt immune and indifferent to the world, the water could swallow me but I was fine with the idea… The sea’s flow was taking me to somewhere, and I couldn’t find out where. It was tedious for me to travel, I was always afraid of the sea, of being in the middle of nothing but at that moment all I felt was curiosity; the fear had forgotten my face. I

I ran my feet across the damp surface of the sand, making small impressions as I went, and then watched as they each slowly disappeared. Salty ocean water mist sprayed me from the front and I had to restrain myself from charging into the inviting, cold water only two feet in front of me. Looking out across the water, I could see surfers attempting to ride the gigantic waves breaking in the distance, where the water was deep.

Taking a deep breath in my senses are assaulted by the bitterly overpowering smell of salt that protrudes out of the ocean, which lurks a mere five feet below the deck of the boat. It is strange how far you can see while in the middle of the ocean. The vastness of the ocean makes me realize how small and insignificant I truly am, but this doesn’t alarm me, the ocean sooths me, it’s so peaceful out here how can it not. Looking down into the deep dark depths of the ocean I wonder what secrets it holds, what stories it has, and who else may be on the ocean as I am wondering the same things. My mind begins to wonder, and I think back to how I ended up on this boat in the middle of December.

A wide smile was spread across my face as I advanced towards the ship filled with excitement, my family loosely trailing behind. I felt that there was not a moment to waste. Of course, I had to wait for my family to catch up and so I waited, but that only halted me for a second. Apparently taking pictures on the walkway was not permitted. When I took some, the ship staff told me to put away my camera. Guess what? I still took some pictures anyway because why not?

“The Beach” is a recent movie that has been released on videocassette. The movie starts off with a young man traveling around the world in pursuit for a perfect society. During his journey he visits Bangkok, Thailand where he meets a rather unstable and somewhat insane man. Throughout their conversation, the insane man kept referring to an island of paradise. On this island, there are beautiful waterfalls, crystal clear water, and enormous fields of marijuana. The exact environment the young man was searching for. However, the man refused to tell the young man where it was. The next day, the young man found a map under his door leading to the enchanted island. When the young men went to the guy’s house he found him in a pool