Descriptive Essay About A Happy Place In The Sea

I could hear laughter from meters away near the turquoise waters. They were children building sand castles and playing in the cool, refreshing water, while the parents relaxed in the sun. The ocean flickered beneath the sunlight, which was sparkling insensately on the rippling waves. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water thrusted into the air, spraying a rainbow of mist everywhere. The waves gently crashed along the shore and pulled themselves closer and closer as if they were beckoning me to join them. I went into the crystal water and acceded to the

On the shore, I hurried across the wet sand in an attempt to escape its mischievous grasps on my sinking toes. I subconsciously ignored the faint order from my mom demanding me to abandon my elation in the ocean. Reluctantly, I trudged out of the revitalizing water, teeming with a myriad of unknown life. As I took my final strides towards the rippling towel in my mom’s open arms, it was the waves that time that raced towards the shore and clung to my feet. Too exhausted to reject its plea, I submitted to the temptations and continued to bask in the vastness of the ocean.

I jog towards the ocean, my heart thumping faster and faster as I get closer. The first splash of water hits me, a cold rush enlivening my whole body. I thrust my joy against the weight of the sea, and climb on. My wetsuit clad legs dangle in the clear blue water, as I squint at what’s in front of me, looking for the perfect wave.

Inside the cream colored fence is a world of happiness. As a six year old little girl with wild crazy blonde hair and bright green eyes I would make my way into the water with no idea how to swim. As my sister would already be in the clear blue water splashing and pretending to be a mermaid would soon stop what she is doing to give swimming lessons to her little sister. We would start at one end of the shallow water and start by kicking our feet and moving our arms out then to the side, as if we were making our way through a field of flowers and pushing them out of the way to make a path for our small feet. After going out every morning I would inch my way to the eight foot deep side of the pool just to practice. Years later, family members as well as friends would come inside the gate to happiness to swim and cookout. I, now fifteen would pass along my

The waves crashing around us reminded me of the distant thunder you hear at the start of a storm. My hands were gripping the rope handles tightly, my knees scratching against the rubber that lay beneath us. As we soared over green, murky water, I could smell the fishy stench from the creatures that lived below. I was having emotions of excitement and fear, but soon the excitement sank as we drifted out of line from the boat leading us.

I lowered myself under the water and swam out into the open, Brooke following. “BARK, BARK, BARK!” cried Indie for the second time. Brooke and I climbed up the ladder and stroked Indie. Soon enough, Indie relaxed. I walked over to the old, green bench on the pier and sat down. I glanced at the lake, and thought how fun a large puddle of water could be. Next, I glanced at my sister, and saw a large smile on her face. Then, I noticed, that I had one

‘Come on!’ ‘Come on!’ shouted Jamal. He flicked water at me and icy splashes hit my belly and took my breath away. The desire to get wet got the better of me and I pushed myself out. Curiosity and confusion swirled through me as I slipped my head under the water for just a moment and the world became unreal. I stretched out and I floated along in the clear, salty water, and it felt so beautiful looking up at the clouds and blue sky. So this was swimming I thought, this really was swell. They were right, the swell was absolutely spectacular. It was like a dream. Everything was quiet besides the sploshing sound of the water in my

It was just all so beautiful! Eventually we reached a dip in the ocean floor. It went down so deep I couldn’t see the bottom no matter how hard I strained my eyes. Before we dived, we all sat and buckled up. I grabbed a seat next to the window, so I could watch. Scarlett sat on the other side by the other window. Willow sat in the passenger seat on the other side of her dad. I peeked my head around the seat so I could see Willow. We turned sideways and dived down as I asked her, “You are so lucky! Do you get to go down in submarines all the time?” “No,” she answered slowly, “Actually, I don’t. My dad usually says it’s too dangerous. But now that I have friends with me, I think he’s okay with it!” I smiled at her, then sat back and pressed my cheek against the window and watched the water grow darker and darker until the submarine lights had to turn on. “Woah!” I gasped and blinked a few times. “You alright?” Willow’s dad asked with concern. “Yeah, just the lights. I wasn’t expecting them, and they’re so bright!” I told him before turning my attention back out the window. I saw the sandy bottom. “What do we do now?” Scarlett was getting impatient once again. “Well, the poem said to look for a deep and dark cave underwater, so I guess look for a dark cave?” I informed her. “Ok!” everybody looked out the window for a cave as Willow’s dad slowly drove the submarine around the dark depths.

Great waves toss and turn with great force as they rush and collide with the earth soaking the soft sand. The ocean seemed to be howling as every wave grew as tall as a mountain. Slowly, the water creeps forward, then lazily seeping back in the vast ocean, only to do the same over and over again. The deep sea is a mysterious place where sea creatures lurk beneath the waves. Blue, sparkling water is everywhere you look with no end. The humming waves seem to whisper as if telling me the most confidential secret. You can never really hear them clearly until you dive in deeper and deeper.

“No, Daddy. I want to go in by myself.” And with that independent statement, I ran into the waves, which welcomed me with full force. They filled my senses with a sharp, salty smell, the foam blinded my eyes, and my energetic little body and pink bow was swallowed by the fast-flowing water.

A few years ago, on a hot summer day, a short Asian boy stared at the sky in disbelief. A roller coaster loomed over him, and the shadow of it cast over his face. In a few hours later, he found himself strapped into a seat on the ride, terrified to death. And that short Asian boy turned out to be me.

The sun shone brightly upon a riot of curls that danced around her shoulders. She turned to smile as she raised her hand to gesture a peace sign, then disappeared over the cliff’s edge. Holding her nose, she cannonballed into the clear, blue lake. The frigid water hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath and keeping it. Plunging deep into the water, lungs burning, she fought against an overwhelming desire to continue sinking into the abyss.

Their legs are barely visible under the dusky water; their matching striped bathing suits were still visible. It reminded me of a scene in a watercolor painting, each color so vivid in the shimmer sun. My sister playfully splashed her friend as they swam in circles screaming and laughing. I turned around sitting flat of the chair and slipped my flip flops, my thighs stuck to the hot seat as I stood up in the humid air before walking to the back of the boat. I layed down a blue and white striped beach towel on the damped ground and proceeded to sit down. I dipped my feet into the dark waters and watched as they seemed to disappear. The top part of the water was warm and comfortable, but as I slid my legs in farther, it got unbearably cold. The tips of my toes touched a part of seaweed and the

Dressed for work, I stared down at my mud covered boots, stuffing my well-worn hands in my jean pockets, making it impossible for my daughter to work out what I was thinking below the wide brimmed garden hat perched on my head. I was in a quandary. Was it safe to let my daughter venture down to the ocean alone? I recognize that I trust my daughter to do as I request, nevertheless what dangers lay looming out there. Sure the beach was safe enough plus the sea maidens would look out for her, except what about the dangers that lurked in the dark forest and would they stay there?

A few years ago on a hot summer day, a short Asian boy stared at the sky at disbelief. A roller coaster loomed over him, and the shadow of it cast over his face. In a few hours later, he found himself strapped into a seat on the ride, terrified to death. And that short Asian boy turned out to be me.