The World Of The Middle Of A Serene Ocean

The ocean was so calm and stretched as far as the eye could see. It changed color with the light and the depth, from green to blue to dark blue. At twilight, you can't tell the ocean from the sky. The sky was so blue and not a cloud could be seen for miles. It made me feel at peace and so harmonious. There was the scent of saltwater in the air, a scent like no other. There around we could see sharks swimming calmly in the waters of the Caribbean Sea. They were so beautiful even though they are predators of the sea. On the boat everyone was very quiet, in fear, with the only hope of getting to our destination safely. The boat was overcrowded and no one could move or they would have risked tipping it over and sinking. There were 150 people in a small boat, mostly family with children. Time went by and after a few hours of sailing we heard the magic words when the captain yelled, “Everybody relax we are out of Cuban territory, you are free! We are now on international waters”. That’s when everybody started crying and cheering with excitement. Time once again began to pass by slowly, and I remember at one point the sky started painting in an array of pink, orange and yellow, and before long the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. Soon enough the sky started to turn black and all the stars starting to shine up in the

...he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock (21).

When people go on cruise trips, one of the reasons they intend to enjoy their time off is to experience the sights and sounds of the open sea. In Annie Dillard’s Mornings Like This, she includes in her collection of found poems a poem that instills a similar vivid sense of imagery that one would experience by the ocean. Her found poem, called “The Pathfinder of the Seas,” includes a variety of words and sentences that relate to sailing in the sea. They were extracted from other books related to scientific research of the sky and the sea. The author brings together these distinct elements and structures them in a poem. This gives them a new home and, subsequently, gives the work a new meaning. Her goal for the reader is to question their previous knowledge and find a new perspective on life through the interactions with the sea in her poem.

Almost a decade has passed and yet, the daunting feeling of stepping off the plane, into the unknown remained. Thoughts rushed through my naïve mind, as the brisk breeze brushed my face.Where am I?Why am I here? Racing through the airport, I was overwhelmed as people paced past me, my mind filled with curiosity and my heart beating louder than a drum. Everything was new, the silence, the purity, the beauty.This new country seemed unrealistic to me, it felt like I was in a dream as I was introduced tonew things. Aspects I couldn’t understand as a little girl were all thrown at me in an instant, skin colours that I didn’t think existed, a new culture, and a new language which sounded like drivel. I slowly began to realize that this wasn’t a dream,

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

The struggle of getting up at 3 am was unbearable after the events which had taken place last night. I had no energy what so ever, yet I knew the events about to occur were to be bewildering. Our tour guide sat us all down and explained to us what would happen and all of the risks and procedures. Excitement was running through my veins. We all hopped into a spacious coach which would be taking us on a 6 hour journey to the beach of Cancun. Although the air in the coach was extremely heavy, I managed to catch up on a few hours of sleep. Before I knew it, we had arrived. Cancun beach, the extravagancy of the view I had been looking at was unbearably beautiful. Nothing could beat it. The sun had started to rise. The few rare clouds in the sky

The fresh salt smell from the ocean diffuses through the pure thick tropic air. When walking away from the beach you enter an almost mirage sort of eden, Natural Rainforest covers from where the sand meets the soil to far out into the country with every shade of green glowing. The emerald green trees sway calmly from side to side, Soon the sand turns into low laying grass, That tickles between your toes.Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland are like a sight of the bliss, watching them for hours would not be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on that beauty of incredible merging of colours into a pool of cool crystal clear water. Nature finds a perfect way to collaborate with the buildings that look frozen in time with white and cyan coloured houses on each street, some with a slick of fresh paint and others worn down by time with chips of pain peeling of around the edges, each house with a white picket fence like out of an old film. Night brings a whole new sensory experience, as the tide comes in people leave the beaches and head to the main

The boat ride to America was long, 14 days to be exact, and the whole time I felt utterly dysfunctional. It’s as if I could see all my surroundings and I knew what was going on around me, but my body felt foreign to me. I couldn’t think straight. Hunger was nonexistent. I soon forgot what it was like to sleep. My eyesight got blurry. Oppressive grief hung like a cloud above my head, following me everywhere I went. I felt strange. I was brought back to reality when a hand, of a white man in a white jacket, waved in front of my face. I blinked slowly and frowned. When did I end up here? I don’t remember walking here. I racked my mind for answers, but all I was left with was a blank space. He quickly examined me and unlike most, he took a piece

I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and

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 was raised in the little town of Carmel-by-the-Sea, and by the age of 17 I needed to see the outside world, to experience different cultures, and to meet new people. I dreamed of talking to Greek philosophers or Japanese fishermen, and I worked to make my dream a reality. After all the arrangements, I found myself on a jet plane with a letter of recommendation for my host family in the pocket of my favorite navy blue hoodie. For the first time in my life, a sweeping ocean physically separated me from my friends and family, and I was living with strangers. It was frightening, but that didn’t stop me. I was determined to see the world with my own two eyes, not just through the pages of a book or dinnertime

The journey was long across the Celtic Sea. I almost became seasick, however I knew how to control myself. The sea was beautiful and vast. Outside feeling the wind on my face was the best feeling for confidence to help the cause. At last after many weeks, we had arrived at Portugal.

I crawled into my bunk, and closed the curtain. I could feel the wind forceing the base one way then the other,. I closed my eyes and I was on a ship tossing in a storm blacked sea. Out my porthole I could see the gray waves splashing up and the rain pouring down. I was headed to an island where treasure could be found around every bend. The salty aftertaste from the salted meat and the salty air made my mouth dry. The others on board where sea men decades old and had served on more ships than you can shake a stick at. I was only the cabin boy or though they thought, I was really Maria La Veves, an indentured servant of a wealth English family, who had run away to explore the world.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

It was a perfect day, not even the noise alarm couldn’t take my smiling face away. When I was getting ready it looked like the time was passing in slow motion, the only thing that I could think was that this week it was going to be the most amazing week ever. Finally we all got ready, you could see the happiness in our eyes as we start our way to the massive airport. There it was in front of us we still couldn’t believe that our sweet dream was just ten hours away from us. The plane wasn’t the most comfortable but in that moment you don’t look to does small details. In my mind I was thinking about every possible thing I could do when I get there, I was thinking about all the beauties that those marvelous cities across the world could show us, and suddenly the moment came when the pilot said Welcome to Madrid Spain.