Beach Descriptive Writing

I am surrounded by pink and orange colors layered with a slightly hazy film. Small, wet droplets hit the side of my face. The gritty feeling in between my toes is chilling but yet very pleasing. A few strands of my blonde hair brush across my face caused by the wind whistling through the fishy tasting air. I can smell the saltiness lurking above the water as the clear liquid creeps closer to my buried toes. The sound of the gentle crashes comes from in front of me and beyond under the pink and orange sky.

Water runs over the sand directly in front of me, creating a smooth surface on top of my feet. I look to the right. There is an ever lasting image of sand. As I turn my head toward the left, I see an old abandoned pier. Behind me, is a couple sitting in folding chairs, consuming the breathtaking view. The area is completely
I begin to walk over to the edge of the water and continue to hike along the shore. From behind me, I hear my dad telling me to turn around to take a picture. My dad snaps a picture as I stand in front of the most beautiful painted picture.

After walking along the shore, I begin to jump and leap through the thin layer of water, creating more rising splashes. I wish I could dance in the water and on the sand for a lifetime, but moments after the pink and orange colors begin to fade into the night. The sky turns purple and black. I use every minute until the night takes over.

After what felt like only a minute, my dad began dragging me out of the water onto the dry sand. The sky is black; the night has taken over. Together, we walk back to the edge of the sand. I think to myself, remembering the time just minutes ago on in the water, on the sand, in the most majestic place.My favorite place. I take the first step onto the concrete. Faintly, I can read the sign which states, "Come back soon! Old Orchard Beach, Portland, Maine," and hoping that I will