The volleyball nets strung tight as a harp. The hammocks swaying loosely in the nice ocean breezy. The dinks flowing and abundant like Niagara falls. People always fing something fun to do at the beach.
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.
It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals”(57)
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
The sea is a wild and unpredictable creature; its tides change rapidly and without warning. In El Salvador's winter, the waves pound against the rocky shores and the sand is swept to sea. The summer of 2015, my friend Emilia and I took a trip to the rocky beaches of El Salvador. It was a new and rural place in which we knew nothing about. We had heard of a shallow cave just around the jagged rocks separating the coves and had spontaneously decided to attempt to reach it. What initially seemed to us a simple adventure across rocks turned into a serious lesson about the unpredictability of new places and the danger of thinking you know everything.
The sea was like a rippling blanket of jewelled blue. I gazed out around me, taking in the panorama of breathtaking views, from the silk-like sky to the horizon, a line of nickel silver. I watched the water lap gently at the edge of the yacht, hypnotising me. I pulled on my flippers, adjusted my snorkel and fell backwards into the the depths of the tropical sea.
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 want to stand in a huge space where I can stretch my body and I feel as if I am too small and disappear into this space. Where I am in high sky, vast sea and while sandy beaches stretching to the horizon. They intersect in a point far away to create a closed space. I want to tell you about Quy Nhon Beach – the best beach of my hometown and the most beautiful beach in my mind.
The things to see along the endless sandy beach of Lincoln City. Such calmness fills you up, yet there is a lot that takes place at this resting-place. The salty air that fills your lungs, as you breath the clean air. It is more than just a stroll. It is the time of enjoying the wonderful creations that are present here on earth. As I kick the sand here and there, the moistness gives a trickling feeling down my spine and throughout my body, yet I still feel a sort of warmth inside of me. Each tide comes and goes washing up against my bare feet. The salty sting of the ocean reminds me of its strength. Wave after wave, towering over and over again, and again. The blue emerald liquid water with a foamy top, gets sent back and forth along the
Earlier last week we posted a (tedtalk) video about mindfulness. About how it can be preventative, and that it is all about familiarising ourselves with the present moment. To find calmness and clarity in our life, within our thoughts. After watching this, my thoughts somehow drifted to the ocean, and that evening, I decided to go for a drive to visit the waves and sand at sunset. This left me questioning what it is that draws me to the ocean, as its quite a common I find myself driven to the waves and the sand and love to look out until I can't quite see where the sea meets the sky - where the skyline is blurred. And it's not just me ofcourse, many of us are drawn in, many people even move, experience a 'seachange', holidays seem
The beach chairs around me wait slowly to get filled up. Rubbing on the wonderful tanning oil that smells like the coffee beans my mom uses in the mornings for her coffee. There is sand everywhere, in my toes, on the towels, and on my skin. I run into the water to rinse off, as I get the water gets in my mouth, and it's almost as if i took a tall glass of water and added a jar full of seas salt to the water. I get back out of the water and the sand on the bottom of my feet feels like with every step I take the sand is moulding my foot. I get back to my beach chair and lay back down. The sun is out and beating on me like I am in a tanning bed with the lights, and the lights are just on me. The sky was so blue its almost as if someone had painted
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 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.
Just as I sit down on the sand my mind starts to unwind. The many spectacular sights jump at my eyes. As far as I can see there is turquoise water in front of me. Surfers wearing their bright colored suits grab their
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.