Descriptive Essay : ' A Cool Ocean Breeze Blows '

A few miles northeast of Bath ME, down the stretch of route 1, to the right, you come to a dusty road covered in rocks and leaves. The rocky dirt road comes to a stop were a small, rough path takes you through the peach colored brush to a hot sandy beach. The beach glimmers in the sunshine turning the grainy sand into a golden blanket. The beach winds around westward clifts for four miles. Towards the east, segmented by a river emptying its contents, the beach gradually plunges down into the chilly Atlantic ocean, where rushing water from the river clashes with the salt water. The waves roll and crash on in like the sound of African drums, on rhythm that never stops. On the horizon where the water meets with the sky an island sits with a lighthouse perched on the land looking out for dangers that lurk. The sky continues on to the animated clouds, carrying one's eyes up to the heavens.

Suddenly, there was the Pacific Ocean, as blue as a large aquamarine gem. I was high on a cliff overlooking the beach far below. Huge black rock formations, like jagged, decaying teeth, jutted out of the water with wave after turquoise wave slapping against them. The waves also slammed against my cliff, spraying mist from the ocean onto my face. The roar of the wind embraced the land, and the thunder of the waves somehow had a calming effect.

The ground was frosted with the elegant silver sand which oozed between my toes for every step I took. Every grain of the glossy particles tickled my feet as I immediately launched it backwards while progressing through my walk. The immense amber sunlight punctured my eyes forcing me to briefly avert to pull out my sunglasses. I slowly placed the stiff ends of the glasses above my ear until I observed my surroundings drop a level of brightness. I made out the glossy, tall glass buildings and skyscrapers created a mountain range across the thin horizon. A gust of wind hurled a storm of sand across practically into outer space, causing it to be even harder to identify the building shapes. The beryl sea went through metamorphosis and transformed into a gorgeous light blue shade for every time the sun struck it. The sea whispered to the seagulls and pigeons who constantly screeched as they scanned the territory in search of the smallest item they can call eatable. With hunger in their stomachs, they continued to screech while they pinched one another with their golden beaks over a simple stale, moldy french fry. A heard the chair calling for me since my body was worn out from the long drive, so I threw myself onto the firm plastic chair to rest. Almost like be trapped in a pile of gelatin, I slowly shut my eyes, and was able to clear the swamping of my brain to become the

White foam spreads across a carpet of clear blue. The carpet rises, and the foam curves off the back and crashes to the ground. It travels back across a desert of sand and repeats its actions. The morning sun meets the surface, bouncing off and chasing the reflection of the birds flying. Screams of excitement run past me, their bodies wading into the deep blue. Fiberglass skimming across the top, breaking the perfect surface. There was no looking back now. My heart jumps as i follow closely behind. My arms moving fast, diving deep into the warm liquid. Eager to get to the Hawaiian Dives. We start to slow, the sharp, brown rock, marks the bottoms of my feet as i run across. My hands grip onto the rock as i throw my body up to stand. You could see everything from up there.

I can feel the sand between my toes, it is warm, gritty, and small in size as a move my toes around in the sand. The calming sound of the waves colliding with the compacted, wet sand on the beach. The sound of the water rolling back out to sea to be thrown back at the beach again. It was like a dream, the hot sun beaming down upon my dark skin rejuvenating me, my long blonde hair flailing around in the warm breeze. I feel relaxed as I take in my surroundings and my muscles loosen their tension. I lay down on the warm sand, close enough that the white foam from the waves touches the tips of my toes. I can see the clear blue sky without a cloud in sight.

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

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It took my breath away. We were on a cliff edge made of sharp, black lava rock. The hotel lobby looked out onto the ocean. I cherished this moment. The waves were calming and water looked as if it was dancing beneath the sunlight. It was a rich, blue in some spots and in others a bright, aquamarine, light green. Streaks of purple and turquoise speckled on the surface on the water. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. The shimmering, creamy, white sand gleamed in the sun’s heat. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water sprang into the air shooting a light mist in the sky. The Grand Bliss truly is a beautiful destination. Waiting for our hotel room to be ready my family and I walked down to the beach to a little seating place called Mandy’s. I loved the feeling of the warm sand squishing under my feet it made my calf muscles clench to keep myself balanced. I stopped walking just before the tide touched my toes. I craved the water touching my skin so, at that exact moment so I tore off my tank top that I was wearing on top of my bathing suit and just stood there taking it all in, the sun on my bare tanned shoulders, the warm, comfortable sand beneath my feet, and the insane need to jump into the salty

Looking straight ahead, there was absolutely no sign of life. I had never felt so small until I came upon that infinite, stretch of blue. Noticing the six thousand foot drop beneath me, my stomach flopped. The coral went down so deep that it eventually became swallowed by darkness. I shivered. Turning, I followed the rest of the group. While drifting along the looming wall, I was entranced by the incredible sea life. Two reef sharks swam by as if they as if they were sniffing out a potential threat; in our black wet suits, we must have looked like penguins in their predatory eyes. Up above, a spotted eagle ray soared through the water, causing every creature, including me, to cower in its powerful presence. I was so distracted by the beautiful sight that I forgot to check my computer. Grabbing it quickly, I realized I had dropped to a whopping one hundred and nine feet! Watching my depth, I slowly ascended upwards until I reached the other

I sat up and stared at the horizon, cherishing the never-ending deep blue water touching the enormous orange ball in the far west.  As the sun was setting, I notice the tiny shadows of the seashells forming and the fast growing waves overcome each seashell with strong force.  When I looked up at the sky, I admired the transformation a fluffy clouds turning into light feather outlines and I watched the screaming seagulls fly across the ocean, in front of the gleaming sun.  The roaring of the waves smashing on the shore was like a warning that if we wanted to stay dry, we had to move away from the shore We did not leave the site of the beach until the purple, orange and yellow sunset hit the horizon.  I felt the warmth of the sun against my skin like a baby blanket straight out of the

Soon, though there was no heat, the sand became to feel warm and not as refreshing. The water looked comfortable and crystal clear. I took a step into the water, barely covering the bottom of my foot. The water was shallower than I expected, but it felt refreshing all the same. I stepped deeper into the water, but it was about as shallow as the first step. I continued taking steps, but the water wasn’t getting any deeper. I looked down at a step and realized that the ocean was miles deep, but my feet barely made a ripple in the water. I started laughing. I should have looked down sooner and prevented the needless steps taken. I decided to walk back to the beach, but when I was looking for it, it was nowhere to be seen.

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

I shut my eyes and absorb all of my surroundings and run my fingers slowly and carefreely through my freshly cut blonde hair as I absorb the smell of the salty, evening air that tingles my nostrils. I feel like a larid, drifting endlessly within the wind without a care in the world, comforted by the resonance of the rolling waves, distant voices, and laughter of individuals nearby. “Can we go into the ocean,” a young boy asks. “It’s so hot out!” an elderly woman yells.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.