Descriptive Essay On The Beach

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

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.

There is a towing company in central florida that does something similar on the beach boardwalks, they put the signs up facing AWAY from the lot so you can't see them until you actually get out of your car and go to the beach, and they will have an employee in plain clothes and a binocolar calling the towing truck so by the time you go to move your car, it's already loaded up and there's "nothing they can do" so you have to pay hundreds of dollars to get your car back. It's basically extortion, its terrible.

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,

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.

"So there you have it…" Arnold took deep breath as he finally finished his story. He leaned back against his chair and waiting for Gerald reaction.

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

As i stepped out onto the sand I could feel the warm sand between my toes and i could hear the blue waves crashing onto the shore. The are was filled with the saltiness of the water and you could feel the cold refreshing breeze blowing into your face. The sky was a bright neon-blue with fluffy white clouds. You could see dark green clumps of seaweed being brought up to the shore by the waves. Then my dad yelled,”Hurry up we have to find a good spot.”

‘’ Wake up, wake up you lazy kids’’ my mum said, ‘’we are going to the beach”. My sister, my two brothers, and I woke with extreme energy, happy because it was the first time we visit the beach that summer. The day dawned bright, the sky was painted in bright blue; the beautiful sun was gleaming and shining gloriously. It was idyllic for a picnic by the sea. We quickly packed our stuff, we took some snacks and swimming outfits, and of course chair decks; we took a fast breakfast, and then we headed to the beach. I was very excited because it was my first summer without the safety armbands. However, I knew that it was going to be a bit of scary and risky but not as much what happened with me, it was like the first day at school.

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.

“Good early morning folks” Steve beamed “Thank you all for meeting us here this early, but as I ensured you earlier this will be the greatest beach day you will ever have! Niall will have the bar set up once we arrive to the destination and again if you need absolutely anything, don't hesitate to ask. Now let's load the bus and get on our way!”

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.

Throughout my life I have been to many beaches, but a few stand out. The select few that stand out are because of the memories I’ve made there, they are the ones I will never forget. Each beach has its unique value to itself and to me. The one thing all beaches have in common is they are filled with an obscene amount of people, but hold the most memories. Throughout the years, the beach has taught me some lessons of independence, which I will be able to use in the future. Overall, the beach is best spent with friends and family enjoying the water and its transition of a hectic day time to a peaceful nighttime.

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.