During my junior year I went on vacation to a resort in Jamaica with a extraordinary beach. It was a large beach with white sand and remarkable palm trees. There was also a long row of enormous rocks that extended far out into the Caribbean Sea. I found that those rocks made a great place to walk out on to watch the glorious sunsets.
I thought this Jamaican beach was great for a couple of reasons. One reason was that it was the perfect place to watch the sunset. The other was that it was a great place to lay out relaxing and tanning during the day. Each day, I'd wake up in the morning, grab a soft white towel, and head for the beach. I was always one of the first to settle on the sand. I easily found myself the perfect spot along the crashing waves each and every day. I'd sit on that towel all day long. I got up only to run into the Caribbean Sea to cool myself off. During the day the beach truly was a great place to be, however, the late afternoon and night were beautiful beyond compare. One night in particular, the sunset was truly a memorable sight. Every sunset I'd witnessed had been great, but this particular evening was my favorite. That night I walked out onto the edge of the rocks. I sat down to gaze at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
The evening was warm and pleasant. The waves were enormous. They drummed onto the sandy shore. The smell of the sea was unbelievable. It had never been so strong and clear. That evening there was a slight breeze that occasionally rolled in to tickle the back of my neck and send a chill through my body. Although the majority of the wind was light and harmless, a couple of strong gusts rolled over