The Beach
As the warm rush of salty water sweeps over my skin, I feel as though I am being pulled into an endless journey. I do not know where I may be lead to, so I bury my feet into the loose sand to avoid being swept away. This powerful force is the ocean. I stand where the ocean and sand come together in amazement. I wonder what will happen if I let myself go and allow the ocean's waves to guide my path. Would I be placed safely to lie securely on the sand, or would I begin an inconclusive journey across the water? As I face this flowing body of blues, greens, yellows, and purples, these are the thoughts that cross my mind. When I arrive at the beach and take my first footstep on the sand, I feel the loose grains form around my feet and in between my toes. This feeling is always a mixture of pleasure and awkwardness until I once again get accustomed to this unique sensation. As I get further into the wet sand, my feet fall deeper and deeper into the ground. I reach down to let the sand and water fill my hands, but they slip away as though they are being beckoned to come back and join the larger body of water. Standing amidst the most open space I have ever encountered, I take full breaths so that I may both sm
At the beach I can feel, hear, see, taste and smell the ocean, but I still cannot know the ocean and be certain of all its capabilities. Similarly, I am living this life and experiencing a great deal of things, but this in no way means that I have experienced all that life has to offer. As I walk away from the water and away from the sand, I know that I am leaving a piece of me behind. I still do not know what would happen if I were to let go and let the ocean have its way with me, but I know that a piece of me will always be carried across the ocean's waves on an endless journey around this astonishing world. ell and taste the salt in the air. The wind blows across my face and through my hair while the waves crash in my direction. It seems as though they are coming to get me and bring me back into the ocean to be with them. Yet as the white waves get closer, they die down and become small ripples of almost clear, sandy water running over me, tickling the tops of my feet. As the water leaves my feet, I wonder where it goes. I am curious about what happens to the grains of sand as they are swallowed back into the deep blue ocean. There are so many unanswerable questions that can be asked about the ocean and the organisms in it. Theories can be derived and tested over and over again, but each wave and grain of sand is unique. Each ounce o
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Approximate Word count = 914
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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