A Weekend at the Beach

Descriptive Essay - At The Beach

Everyone has a place where they go to escape all the pressures and worries of life. There is always that one spot that can soothe all your problems and troubles in times of stress. For me, the beach is the ultimate cure to all of my problems. While I am there, all of my obligations are suddenly erased.

As I stroll along I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I am taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircles me. I close my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. I am comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I look into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. I often want to be like a seagull, seemingly drifting endlessly in the wind without a care in the world. As I sit in my chair I can see all the sights of summer; children building sand castles along the oceans edge, to my right I observe an elderly couple indulged in a good book. I am soon at the point where my skin can no longer take the harsh rays of the blistering summer sun. I run as fast as my feet can carry me toward what my body sees as Utopia, a seemingly endless pool of crystal blue water. I dive into the crashing waves head first. The shock of the frigid water takes my breath away and I am momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recover; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. Floating peacefully among the waves, I am unaware of the impending waves that are soon to break over me. Crash! A monstrous wave has just overtaken me; its force knocks me to the sandy bottom of the ocean. I am refreshed and awakened as I am carried back to shore. Exhausted, I return to my peaceful spot on the beach. I quickly find myself once again baking under the warmth of the summer sun.

Now that I am relaxed, I allow myself to close my eyes and drift off for a peaceful nap. I am soon awoken but the sounds of birds scurrying about for food along the shore line. I open my eyes, and to my surprise, the setting sun hangs in the sky like a red-orange balloon off in the distance. I find myself alone on the beach. The surf has ceased to crash on the shores, the placid waves gently roll onto the sand. The sky is transformed into a colorful horizon; filled with endless streams of purple and blue.

As the daylight falls to the darkness of night I can feel the change in temperature on my skin. A chilly mist can be felt in the wind blowing off the calm sea. On my walk back along the sand I am reminded of those obligations that have evaded me on my peaceful journey. Tomorrow brings school and work; however, I am not the least upset. I do not see Monday as the start of a long week of arduous work; I see it as a countdown. Six more days until I can once again be escorted off to the place where all the pressures and worries of life seem to just disappear.

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