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

The waves form and break in front of me, the sound of them crashing lingers in my ears . Sitting here at the beach, I feel as if the world was still and I was the only one who existed. My toes dig into the warm, golden sand and the pleasure sweeps over me. The slight breeze is twisting my hair into knots but I don’t care. Without a breeze, the beach wouldn’t be the beach. All I hear is the roaring waves crashing in front of me and the smell of salt and sand in the air. My feet hit the icy water and I know in an instant that the waves would be great but something felt off and peculiar. I jump on my board and dive under a wave. Hearing the stillness underneath the surface was always a comfort for me. Today, though, after all my end of year exams, it feels like a comfort place forever. My arms, pushing through the water, I reach the waiting zone. The roar of the waves is now behind me and the stillness of the water settles beneath me. I watch the waves form, watching other surfers take the waves and enjoy the ride to shore. The many memories I’ve made here are ones that I never forget. Beacon's Beach, for me, is one of those places where everything else in your mind disappears and it’s just you and the ocean. The sun's rays gleamed onto my face bringing heat to my skin, or at least the part which wasn’t covered by rubber. I looked down at my board, a 5ft 4in shortboard from Super, it’s blue and green stripes gleaming in the sun. The wax cutting perfectly where my two feet

My sister and I are crossing the creek. My mom is with us too. Nana is already ahead of us, smiling back through relaxed lips and fond eyes. We’re all excited to have our feet in the sand. I’m excited that I’m not the only one excited. Madeline isn’t one to play; neither in sand, water, nor outdoor setting. She populates her mind with clutter and insecurities in all weeks but this one, and takes her time here to notice the footprints she leaves behind as she steps over wet and dry and rocky sand alike. She knows that she’ll remember every year spent at this place. Mom walks on the silver trail of broken seashells where the water kisses the sand fleas. I think she lives in all eras of herself on this beach. She doesn’t have to remember what doesn’t disappear. I stare at the horizon, where the sky and sea embrace. I watch the waves meet my feet and they don’t greet or give regards before they rush past my ankles and rush even quicker back into themselves. There is a swell in my chest, in my heart and in my gut, as well, that pulls me towards her. I know that I’m futile in comparison, and I recognize that I’m afraid, so I reach as far as my sight allows into the vast mystery and yet absolute reality of the water. There is no force of nature that exists on such an equable plane of understanding as the ocean does. There is no person that is so unfaltering in their admiration for a big puddle as I am. Out of seven days, there is only so much time that we can set aside for trips

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.

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.

Due to an outburst of rain people were gathering in the little shops. I decided to sit on a bench located in the beach shelter. It amazed me as I looked around to see all the homeless and junkies under these shelters. Who thought that people that were born so ambitious could turn into being helpless? I turned away to notice the monster crashing waves. I waited a while for the rain to stop, but it never did so I decided to walk around. The beach shelter was not a very relaxing place, especially when it is surrounded by railings. While looking passed the railing I noticed a women walking out towards the beach. She carried a brown bag that looked like grocery bags. She began throwing flowers in the beach. Instead of walking with her back towards the ocean she walked with her back facing the shore. Alot of people were giggling and making jokes about the women. She was showing respect and loyalty from her country. It was ashamed to see people that were showing disrespect of the women. As the rain passed, I noticed the woman leave the beach and I couldn't stop thinking about the women throwing the flowers in the ocean. Feeling the leftover warmth of the mid afternoon, I let my skin absorb the skin rays that peaked out pass the dark clouds. The sounds of the ocean waves were pounding against the shore repressed all my worries. Then I decided to be adventurous, I started charging towards the waves with vigorous and utter excitement. With fear, I swam out further to where my feet couldn’t touch the sand on the bottom. By the feel of the waves that pulled me, I could tell the wave that was came my way was going to be huge. The wave pushed me further and faster as I could feel the wave breaking on my body. As I stepped out of the the deep water, I walked towards my belongings that were on the beach. It was getting late and the weather was becoming more chill so I decided to return

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

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.

I stand and turn in an unsteady circle, trying to orientate myself. The mist surrounds me and the waves surge and retreat, hissing and scraping like a reptile dragging its scales over the rocks. I don’t know it the tide is coming in or going out. I force myself to breath slowly and the beach comes into focus; sand and shingle dotted with rocks and dark clumps of seaweed. There’s a row of streetlights high above the beach. They look familiar, and I walk toward them until I stumble into the base of a wall leading up to the road. I run my hands over it. It’s uneven and slippery with lichen, and too high to climb. I want to give in, to sleep it off and wake up to how life was before. My eyelids are heavy, and my head droops toward my chest.

It was a calm summer evening. The sun was setting over the horizon, leaving on the sea a fiery trail. Gulls were lazily swaying in the waves, trying to drown the faint sounds of the tide. I was walking through the wild beach, enjoying the sunset. Waves slowly covered my feet, sleepily trying to drag me into the sea. Among shells, small stones, and still warm sand, I saw the marks. They were slightly blurred in the salty sea water. I thought that they belonged to the ancient sea goddess, who had suddenly decided to watch me. Driven by a thirst for adventure, I kept going. After a while, leaving behind some palm trees, I saw her. A young beautiful creature strolled on the beach, enjoying the last rays of the sun. A gentle breeze caressed her

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.