Descriptive Essay - The Sun Shines

When thinking about getting away to some serene paradise to help forget about work or school obligations most people instantly think of the beach. Whether it be the west or east coast the beach is a universal symbol of peace and serenity, plus a little bit of fun. But this bliss has a whole different meaning to me. This is where I grew up and how I found myself. The west coast of Florida is the first time I felt the sand in my toes and the salt water on my face. These memories inspired me to give back to the ocean and its inhabitants and follow my dreams of becoming a marine biologist.

I lie on my hammock and achieve pure relaxation from the rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves crashing down onto the shore and the sounds of birds soaring into the sky. Most of the time I am alone which is when I merely lay in my hammock wearing a floppy straw sun hat on my head while watching the waves comes down on the shore. But at times I have a glimpse of my younger self-running by the water collecting white-speckled seashells with a man whom I lost many years ago, my father. I can smell the sea salt water and the smell of barbecue. I can feel the sand grinding between my toes and the water splashing on

The smell of the salty sea delight my lungs as it crashed into the rocks with all its might. As I sit on the cliff top looking over the valley I see my father giving his swimming lessons to my sisters, as my fearful mother shriek at them to come back to the beach.

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

My most wanted place to be calms me from the inside of my soul to the outside of feet. Always giving me a pretty sight to see, no matter it be day or night because the temperature always feels so right. I love the way the sand feels between my toes, almost losing control slipping beneath. Hearing the wave’s crash on the shoreline is so soothing to me sounding musically and symphonically. I can look so far out, it helps me to get all my thoughts out. The water ready to immerse all of me, and I can let it all go. Let the pain go, and all my anger drives the tide trying to pull me away.

You look around and all you see is mother nature's finest. The beach is where people go to have fun and that’s why I go to this one special beach, because you get a little of everything there. You get wild life, the ocean, and pure silence. The only thing you can hear is the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, reminds me of Niagara falls. Its breathtaking. And everything is clean. No trash laying around at all. Nothing.

Every summer,my family has the tradition of going down to Wildwood Beach for a week . Wildwood is like home to me. There I have countless memories such as riding a huge 12 person bike, ordering zeppoles for breakfast and getting the icecream truck at midnight every year. The beach is where we all saw my baby cousin's first steps and where I went on walks during sunset with my papa before he passed. Every year we all count down the days to be down there, all together, to make even more memories. The beach represents me in so many ways . I love the feeling of the sand on my feet and the calmness I get being

An old woman who spent her life in a small home feet from the beach was once asked why she never lived anywhere else. Her response was simple, “I could never leave the salt air. It’s good for my soul.” She may not have known just how accurate her statement was.

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

I view the beach as a beautiful vacation spot. The beach is a place for family, romance, and fun. Although the beach is just a strip of land that lies on the edge of a lake, river, or ocean. Beaches are alive. They are the homes of crabs, clams, and fish. The beautiful shells that travelers search for are just erosions from the sea brought in by the tides. The shells have greater meaning to me it’s an adventure to search for them and a token of the vacation. While at the beach I love to sit on

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

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.

I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with the pleasant aroma of the salty sea air. This is my happy place, this is where I belong. As I sit with my freshly painted pink toes in the sand, I am overwhelmed with all that is happening around me. To my right, there is a family of four; a mother, father, and two little red headed girls that look like twins, laughing and jumping around, taking in the big world around them. The children are in their bright red and purple flowered bathing suits, running and screaming, attempting to get their toes wet in the chilly water that churns back and forth on the shore. After a few attempts they decide to run and jump full force into the crystal clear abyss, unaware of what creatures they could find if they dive deep enough.

The sun’s rays glisten across the water as my family and I lie on the golden sands of the beach to relax. Seagulls and other families are scattered around us along the length of the beach. My mom, my sister, and I lie next to each other, listening to the waves crashing against the ocean bank.