The Beach Descriptive Essay

I’m bound into a vicious cycle of obscurity so deep that the choice was luminous. I seem less than myself, but at the same time, I can feel relaxed- even self-righteous, believing that I, a mere mortal, am immanent within this existing plane… And, I ask, Why must we face reality and not become lost in the gray abyss of our mind when it returns to the dawn of darkness from whence it came? Truly, it is comforting there…

A few miles northeast of Bath ME, down the stretch of route 1, to the right, you come to a dusty road covered in rocks and leaves. The rocky dirt road comes to a stop were a small, rough path takes you through the peach colored brush to a hot sandy beach. The beach glimmers in the sunshine turning the grainy sand into a golden blanket. The beach winds around westward clifts for four miles. Towards the east, segmented by a river emptying its contents, the beach gradually plunges down into the chilly Atlantic ocean, where rushing water from the river clashes with the salt water. The waves roll and crash on in like the sound of African drums, on rhythm that never stops. On the horizon where the water meets with the sky an island sits with a lighthouse perched on the land looking out for dangers that lurk. The sky continues on to the animated clouds, carrying one's eyes up to the heavens.

If “The shirt before the shirt”, “GTL”, and “DTS” sound familiar then you were an MTV Jersey Shore fan, a reality show set at Seaside Heights, New Jersey. Although The Shore, which is a local term for the New Jersey Shore, has a reputation for being trashy, especially after the show, it is actually a family-friendly vacation spot. Considering that it has a clean beach, an amazing boardwalk with an amusement park and water park, quaint shops, and iconic landmarks, it is no wonder that the New Jersey Shore is a favorite summer vacation spot.

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

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.

I felt no regret as I heard it smash into tiny fragments. What good was a lamp when light ceased to exist? My mother swept the pieces to the side of the hearth and sat by my bed. As I tilted up my head to look upon that expression of love and concern, nothing but darkness gazed down on me. It was a poignant reminder that I would never see her face again; that I would never see her laugh or cry with the sheer joy of the journey. When I asked her if all beauty was lost, I heard a gentle sigh as she pulled me into her arms. She told me the one thing that can never be taken from a human is the power to choose my response; to change myself in an unchangeable situation.

Out of the darkness that had surrounded her and kept her safe, away from the only thing she ever knew in her little life and out into the greater unknown. Gathering her strength, she cast her eyes into the inky blackness and saw—far off in the distance—a small twinkle of light. It

"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.

There are lost souls who wander out of the ring of light, fools who wonder what is in the darkness, what the darkness is. There are always those who don’t listen to sense and wisdom and leave the right of light, who turn their back on the fire, and venture outwards. They wander alone, stumble and grope their way through the inky wilderness, blindly picking their way over terrains they will never see. Sometimes they will hear another – footsteps, ragged breathing – and they will wonder if it is a human like them or something never meant to be seen in the light. Sometimes they will brush hands with another person, and sometimes those two will go on together. If they are lucky, they might find a few more, and each holding onto the other, they will find their way

I was pulled away my little red house in Delhi, Ohio to the warm house in Hilliard, Ohio then crossed the Atlantic to Aurillac, France as an exchange student. After my exchange in France I returned to Hilliard and was relieved by the comfort I found. Finally, just two months before my senior year I came to Newnan, Georgia. Darkness planted roots in me, I unwillingly took him everywhere I went. I found comfort in the familiarities of his looming presence and cherished the moments he spent mumbling the truths Darkness had created for me, murmuring all the things I saw myself as. I reveled in the validation he gave me for feeling this way. He made me feel like I wasn’t crazy, he made me feel normal. As the years have gone by I have realized that multiple truths can exist in one situation. One statement isn’t final. One thing a friend or a parent or even Darkness says is not the truth or the only truth. I can make a mistake and not let Darkness’s words of worthlessness and inadequacy affect me in the way that they used to, which gives me a feeling of power. Finally, I understand that I have the power over Darkness, when before I used to crumble at his touch. I love where I am

move, but I am restrained. I listen, but I hear nothing. I smell but I

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.

I never would have thought that a small park in my hometown would mean so much to me. Beach Park is little more than a peninsula of grass and sand a few blocks south of the small Scandinavian downtown of Lindstrom, Minnesota. I made so many memories there when I was growing up. It was a place I where I made memories in all stages of my life. Though Beach Park is merely a park to most people, it has become incredibly meaningful place to me.

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.