The Beach- (Descriptive Essay)
Wisps of white, fleecy, cumulus clouds indolently drifted across the aquamarine sky like huge, fluffy balls of cotton. The radiant, luminous, beaming sun slowly rose as white pregnant clouds floated peacefully across the azure blue sky and the crimson like sun stood in its fixed position, letting out rays of golden sunshine. The air was clean and crisp and the wind could be felt slicing your cheeks.
The bright ball blinds you as it emerges; it rises like a yellow lollipop on the distant horizon. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night’s debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as your eyes can see. Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through your hair like a blasting of wind through thick or thin, peacefully racing through your hair.
The silent echo of the lifeless sea, as if it had sucked out of the souls of nearby creatures, as if it was a forever-hungering beast, relentlessly pounding the beach with no remorse. The sand between my toes felt dead, lusting for the warmth of the sun. Its odd blackish color contemplating with the fact that this was a lifeless beach. The smell was pungent of seaweed, as if essences of it were part of the very air, and growing like a tree every second. The cliffs to the left and right of me were seamless, untouched, as if just erected; as the echo stopped, I heard another sound, a sound so surprising, yet fall of beauty and horror.
I touched the grainy sand as I was walking along the radiant beach. I could felt the water go through me as the splashing of water down to the water’s edge the soft ocean breeze caressed my body, running its smooth fingers along my spine. I could smell the salt of the water. The bitter- sweet aroma of seaweed transporting me to an expansive ocean. I tasted the salt on my lips from the water, cold ambrosia contrasted with the hot summer sun. I could see the palm tree moving back and forth. The waves cascaded, crashed and...