Descriptive Essay : A Day At The Beach

There I was in a foreign land, lodged in the seats of the cramped van as I pondered thoughts of my future. I was an eighth grader about to enter the arduous experience and intimidating environment of high school. I perceived visions of me struggling through the drudgery of work as well as events where I was given laudations for my witty ideas and prestigious accomplishments. Mixed emotions drowned my brain into a swamp of careless stress, but these were flushed as the abrupt stop of the car brought me out of my daydream. That day was a day I would remember forever, but I was just a child, unknown about what I was going to see.

I bolted into the water, ignoring all the psycho looks people were giving me. I began to splash and twirl around, so happy and excited it was like the ocean was my second home, I

Acadia breaths a deep sigh of relief as the frigid clutch winter relents to the lush brilliance of summer. The vivid vision displays a feeling of the wild strength of nature and a peaceful calm without the encroachment of humanity. The cove shelters a collection of smooth pebbles and boulders, which, replace any sand. Towards a creek breaching the treeline sits a old log that bears the scars of driftwood and the grey color of death. It contrasts the deep lush greenery of ferns and evergreen, along with the rich tumult of blues and greens coloring the waves. The organic shape of the wood glides towards it’s weathered root, which look like nothing more that little sticks breaking the smooth appearance. The grain of the wood is lightly pitted,

The waves end at my ankles and the water and sand rushing through my toes feel great. I shiver and shiver until I finally get used to the water. I make my way farther out to where I'm leveled off to my waist. Quick breathe, then dunk under. I quickly pull my soaked head of the salty sea and comb my hair back with my wrinkled fingers. My sun kissed face makes my freckles pop when you could never see them. To be safe, I slowly get out of the salty wetland and make my way under the colorful umbrella my mom set up when I was away from them, enjoying the water.

Nowadays, more and more parents are concerned about child's health problems. A report mentions that there are increasing numbers of children spend amount of time viewing electronic media on television, computer, tablet and phone screens and also there is an increasing rates of childhood obesity in Australia. Due to this message, Zan Smith publishes an article named ‘Beach Lessons’ in Child Monthly magazine, in an attempt to raise awareness of spending children’s time comfortable and meaningful. Utilizing a friendly yet concerned tone, she contends that children spend too much time on viewing electronic media. She attempts to persuade her target audience of parents to encourage their child(ren) go to play outdoor activities or set off for

I was didn’t feel like I should fall into the salty waters of the waves. After, some time my older sister who was much apparently stronger than me, pushed my in from the side the beach. Terrified I tried to run out until a small star like rough creature was noticed on my foot from deep below the waters surface. Grasping out I grabbed the small creature out from the water and onto my hand. I had noticed that he was curled as to give my open and much larger hand, a hug. After, realizing he meant no harm I began to put him back in the water, back to his home along with all the other creatures of the deep blue sea. Then, as I took at the small star fly into the water I look out as seen the beautiful waves of blue and white coming towards me with an accompaniment of fresh salt water air. The air pushing back my black and brunette hair as I stand confidently waiting for the gust of water to hit my knees almost as hard as my mother hit mine on the plane. After, a while we had to leave due to the tide was hitting to hard against time current from a near by storm coming

There it was, fresh water, glimmering in the early morning sunlight, reflecting the emerald ferns blooming above my head. As I cupped the water in my hands the fresh sea air wafted through the island. I guzzled down the cold water as my body relaxed and I felt hope for the first time since the crash.

After settling in and having a light lunch we discussed our plan for the day. For our first day in paradise, we had decided to spend it on the beach. After seeing what it had to offer earlier that morning no one objected. The warm, salty air streamed through the open windows of the car as we cruised to the water. Eager to wade into the calm, soft, waves, I plucked my snorkel and goggles from my bag. No matter how deep I went, I could still see straight to the bottom. On the bottom, I found dozens of colorful shells, one starfish that had submerged itself under the sand, and a few schools of shimmering fish that would dart away when I attempted to catch them with a net.

My feet burned as I ran for my life. Every step I took I fumbled, falling over like potatoes in a sack. Soon because of this, I was blinded by the sand as it stuck in my eyes. I ran across the beach, like that crazy old guy I saw doing laps around the oval a year ago. I wasn't going to stop running. Even if I tried I wouldn't be able to stop my legs. " Ooff " I murmured as I rolled of the palm tree down the hill and into the icy cold water. The cold water burned through my skin but it freed my eyes from this sandy trap. I felt something move underneath my foot, and being the good swimmer I am I overtook my fear and went down into the abyss after it, only to find a magnificent

Almost 2,000 miles away from home, I lay on the sand an hour boat ride away from the nearest town with the taste of peanut butter and jelly sandwich still lingering. Made almost 6 hours before, the jelly had seeped most of the way through the white bread, leaving a soggy replica of the original sandwich. It had traveled next to me for hours, eventually making it to the island of Culebreta, PR. The warmth and time seemed to have amplified the flavors, the grape jelly almost cloyingly sweet. The taste added to the heaviness of the air, which hadn’t been disturbed with a breeze for hours.

Running as fast as I can through the sand loving the feeling of warmth on my feet. Finally I had my feet at the edge of where the water hits. The anticipation was building up as the wave hit my feet, I knew it would feel cold but warm at the same time. When finally getting in the water happiness overcame me, this is where I knew wanted to be. I could feel the seaweed on my legs, which tickled a bit and I loved it. The way the sun’s rays felt on my body was soothing. What made me most happy when coming to the beach was playing volleyball with family. At the time I knew that nothing could change the way I felt about the

I laid my beach towel and bag on the carpets of sand. Then, without hesitation, I ran as fast as my feet lightly carried me towards the water until I reached the depth where my arms are not exposed to the fire rays. The chilliness of water soon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~. I widely raised both my arms and prepared myself to be taken over by the waves. The crushing waves took away my breath, . I felt refreshment of mind and the body as like the wave washed away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

This photograph was taken on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii in 2015. It was taken during sunset and as the tide had gone out, revealing a wider coastline. The world-famous beach is manmade and since 1951, over 80,000 cubic meters of sand has been imported to replace sand lost through erosion from heavy rainfall, sea swells, wind and tropical storms.

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.

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.