Beside the Fireplace in the Beach-Descriptive Essay

Walking around the beach made me feel more comfortable than ever. As I stroll along, I could feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. The sand looked clean like sugar spread out for miles, as it squished between our toes and made my calves ache with every step. The sound of the ocean comforted me, the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all my worries. I kicked the water and it responded with a swoosh of its waves. That brought back memories, when I used to come here with my friends and used to play around in the water. I couldn’t help but faint a smile. I found it some what amusing to see the sand castles that still remained, the ones we built long ago, the lucky few that made it through reckless little boys play. It was dark outside and stars floated in the distance, but the moon seemed so close, I could grab it and take it in my pocket to keep for myself, so close that I could see it's bright shadow shimmering on the rolling water. Ghost crabs darted past my feet like thieves in the night, going in one hole and out another. One of them climbed to my feet, its legs harmlessly piercing through my skin. I shook it off and it quickly escaped to the nearest hole it could find.

Somehow, I didn’t want to leave this place. It was the beautiful sky that compelled me to this place. That is when I realized that this is the best place to witness beauty of the night. There are usually no lights on the beach to brighten up the atmosphere, and I felt cold. So cold, the hairs on my hand stood straight up. I found some wood, it all felt rough, perfect for a campfire. I remembered those shows where those survival guys rub these wood together, and the friction would cause fire. I tried it ,shriek, shriek, shriek... The sound of wood rubbing together was not really pleasant, but no fire came out. I tried again, shriek, shriek, shriek and finally, a hot red flame came to life. It burned so bright, it was like the whole beach got illuminated, I had to cover my eyes for