Descriptive Essay About The Ocean

The ocean…

The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore.The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds. The ocean looked like an enormous pool of wonder. It was exceptionally blue that day with a slight green undertone. The surface looked as though it was covered with millions of diamonds crashing with the waves and kissing the sand. I remember the sand in between my feet, like standing on a coarse cloud that I could just seep into.The water teasing my toes and running back into hiding. Repeating the cycle getting closer and closer each time until I felt the rush of the current under me and the sand

It was the lifeguard.

He came to me like one of god’s messengers after my forty minutes of torture and loneliness, he told me not to give up and to swim which is what I did.

For the next twenty odd minutes I used every last bit of energy inside of me to get myself back to shore. I was pulled back and tossed around. I wanted to give up every minute I spent hysterically swimming for my life.

The moment my feet touched the sand it felt how it used to feel those 11 years ago. It felt like coming home. My friends grabbed me and put me down on the beach where I lay coughing up the ocean I had indulged and crying salty water of my own making.

I did it.

I made it,

I was alive.

My greatest fear used to be drowning but it no longer is because you can’t live in fear of the unknown when you know exactly what it feels like.

The ocean…

The sounds of waving crushing one another, displaying its power through its roar and the screams too far out to be heard. The salty smell of fear burning on my taste buds. The ocean like an enormous, deep pit of despair and pain, dark and cold with the hint of the unknown. The feeling of the end but not