The Beach
English 101
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Jan. 29 1990
The beach is one of my favorite places to spend an afternoon during the hot summer months between June and August. It leaves me feeling peaceful, lazy, attentive, excited, and very carefree.
On a busy afternoon you can witness an array of colorful beach towels ranging from bright yellow to luminous black. Rainbow-colored umbrellas are everywhere. Hundreds of dark, tanned bodies, shiny from the sun’s natural rays hitting the coconut tanning oil, lay lifeless for hours. Before the day comes to an end, some lucky sex-pot will walk away from the beach with the ultimate tan.
I love to watch innocent little children run and play with a cheerful look of determination. To some, learning to swim is a joyful experience as they splash around and pretend to be sharks with their orange flotation devices keeping them afloat. Before the day is finished however, half a dozen castles will be constructed by creative little hands. A group of children approximately six years of age pretend a heroic, armored soldier will rescue a beautiful princess helplessly trapped in a muddy dungeon. Sooner or later, a wave abruptly disrupts the story and washes the castle away. The children start over once again with a new castle and different story. Watching them play reminds me of how lucky I was, in such a stressful world; not to have a single worry when I was that age.
The salty mist rising in the air from the cool and clear ocean seems to draw me towards the shore line every time I come. Walking along the seashore is heaven for my ankles. The soothing waves seem to make my feet sink every time the water washes up on the shore. It is a wonderful feeling. Walking among the slippery rocks there is a slight stench of tiny fish and washed up seaweed. My nose does not always agree with this aroma, but exploring the rocks with a good friend is always fun.
The beach is definitely a good place for finding valuable sea treasures. Sea shells, for instance, are colorful and some are sturdy to have survived all the years in the deep waters. I appreciate them because they give me the opportunity to listen and hear the ancient echo of the ocean floor.
As the day draws closer to an end, exhausted people gather their belongings and leave. The combers make their way out to rake and pick up trash from the sandy mass. I like to be the last soul to depart from the scene. Everything is much more quiet and peaceful. The waves of the ocean crash against the moist sand as the deep-orange sun slowly feels its way towards the mystic never-ending horizon.
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