Descriptive Essay On Baby Sea Turtles

The Soft Impact of Baby Sea Turtles I stood on the slightly warm grainy, yet soft sand as I faced the calm crashing of the loose small waves. The mysterious light that radiated off the moon, showed me the promise which the night holds. The clouds escaped my sight for just this one night to show me the beauty of the twinkling ball of fire in the midnight colored sky. Silence mixed with the soft roll of the ocean permeated the area around me.The breeze danced through my hair, and cupped my face, while it filled my nose with the strong stench of salt air. The salt air was strong enough that I could taste the heavy mass in my mouth. My brown eyes scanned the beach line for any sign of movement for I was searching for baby sea turtles. It was dark, and although the moon’s rays were present, a red tinted flashlight was my only
The pang of guilt hit me with a sudden force at the realization that this was the last nest. I was too late. I felt the guilt, shame, anger, and despair eat away at me. If only I visited this nest first, I would’ve seen it. If only I was faster, I would’ve gotten here faster. I laid on the bare sand while I felt the sand trying to intermingle with my hair. The broken bits of shell pricked my bare skin, yet not causing any damage or pain. I stared up into the warm summer’s night sky. After thirty minutes, which felt like long, dragging, and wasted hours, I heard the soft sensitive displacement of sand. I stole a glance from the cage. My heart almost plummeted out of my chest, and my fingertips became anesthetized from ravishment at the sight. The pulverised rock chunks were boiling with baby sea turtles breaking the surface. I felt as if I was trapped in this invisible bubble that hosted a convention of elation. Babies popped out of the sand one by one, like tiny black blobs being born from the tan summer