Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

one edge of the island to the other edge. Not a very big island. Soon, we had enough of the hammock and we decided to enjoy the wonderful Bahamas sun and warm, perfect weather that didn’t involve rain or snow. We set out across the rocky sand to find a beach. As we followed the cement sidewalk, we came to a beach with tiny, tiny white sand granules, and not a rock in sight. We picked a spot in the sand, lathered on the oil, and “baked”. After about an hour of the hot, hot, sun, we took a dip in the seventy degree, clear, clean, blue water. Not a wave in sight and nothing to complain about. As we enjoyed the water that was only four feet deep all the way to the other side of the one hundred yard bay, we say many seashells beneath our feet and decided that these would make great souvenirs. We picked up a couple white, cream, and brown seashells and headed back up the sandy beach to our towels where we were going to “flip” and take in some more glorious sunshine. Two hours later, we decided that we were hungry, so we packed up our beach gear and headed back up the cement sidewalk to the big brown pavilion where the food was to be served.

“You do seem much more relaxed Alex. Let us back in.” He squeezed back past to his seat.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

As I walk the vast stretch of beach my bare feet are mesmerized by the miniscule grains of tan colored rocks. With each step I feel my doubts and worries drift away as if a spirit came down and relieved me of them. I can reach down with my ever wanting hands and scoop up a mountain of sand and watch it in awe, as if I was standing at the base of Mount Everest, waiting in anticipation. I can feel its rough coarse texture on my warm weathered hands as the sand slips through my fingertips. I can see the various sand castles that the kids have made throughout the day. Most of them are simple with maybe one or two cylindrical towers and a shallow moat to keep out the attackers.

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

The beach starts to heat up so I take the lead and make my way towards the damp sand towards the water, taking off my sandals along the way. We slosh forward. There isn’t much to see, and I can feel the rough soles of my feet slowly being exfoliated by the fine sand. Michael and I don’t talk much; I’m sure we’re both lost in our

“I got a call to investigate something up in Greece, and I was going to have you stay home with dad, so you could celebrate your birthday, but, the trip got extended, your dad and I talked, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” Camille gasped with excitement.

“Alright, be like that.”, she murmured under breath as she dragged herself to an available seat.

Marcus did as Jade instructed and stood still for a minute before swaying back and forth just as the sapling was. He opened his eyes and grinned. “I felt it!”

Despite the fact that there is usually the typical Southern California weather, it was a chilly night out on the beach in July. I kicked up sand behind me not caring about anything. I had decided to stay behind after the bonfire we threw for Xander's birthday. My best pal, Jake was the designated driver this night and had to haul home drunk guys. Instead of hitching a ride, I decided to take a walk by myself along the waves. It was a calming time for me to collect my thoughts before senior year of high school started. I was doing my best to absorb the atmosphere around me. The sounds of the tides rising, the waves washing the sand off my feet, and the wind nipping at my red flannel. I was thinking about how I should bring Max ,my dog, here

“Be careful!” My father yelled. The rocks were slippery with moss and water. I didn’t care I just wanted to climb to the top and see the beautiful view, but things don’t always turn out the way you want them to. The waves were small overlapping each other and crashing on the shore in defeat.

One of my most extraordinarily adored spots to go in my available time is the shoreline. A shoreline is a national geographic, nature made landform that is close to a waterway. It is normally involved free particles, which regularly comprise of sand, shake, shingle, stones and, or cobblestone. The particles living on a shoreline are frequently regular to the shoreline, for example, mollusk shells, saltwater pal, or green growth development. Shorelines regularly show up around domains along the drift where there is a wave or current activity. While being at the shoreline, I worship listening to the sound of the tides, getting a vibe of a light breeze, having a thinking back aroma of ocean water, listen to the call of the seagulls, and feeling the sand, underneath my exposed feet. Taking off to the shoreline and experiencing these faculties gives me a critical help of unwinding. While perusing Raymond A. Foss ' "Shoreline Sand," I can ostensibly meet these loosening up sensations, as he uses the beautiful gadgets of symbolism, tone, and sound to word imitation, to prompt his followers, to take a break and loosen up.

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

Is there anything else quite as serene as an amble by the seashore? The whooshing waves and squelching sand tickling your feet. Though sensitive, it feels as though Poseidons placed the vast sea at your feet.

It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.