Descriptive Essay On Clearwater Beach

Clear Waters

“There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet joy.” This Ralph H. Blum quote conveys the fact that one can live their life in peaceful serenity if they appreciate the remarkable things around them in their day-to-day lives. For the seventeen years I have lived in the state of Florida, I was one of the select few that detested their beaches, from the incessant banter of young children to the minute yer troublesome grains of sand that always manage to wedge themselves into every crevice imaginable, whilst leaving behind a trail of breadcrumbs. I could not understand the grand appeal behind such abhorrent places. It was not until a forced excursion to Clearwater Beach that engendered a new-found admiration for one of

Grudgingly, I eventually complied, only to avoid a potential squabble. After a seemingly endless endeavor through a winding networks of highways and backend streets, my mother and I finally arrived at the destination. The sweltering heat waves of the humid summer air hit me like a ton of bricks, a polar contrast to the cool air conditioning inside my car. Reluctantly, I slipped on my aviator sunglasses and a face of insouciance as my mother and I trotted through the concrete parking lot, our sandals clicking and clacking in unison. Once we arrived at the beach itself, my mother immediately stopped and ogled the scenery, grabbing her camera to snap hundreds of pictures. I had to admit, the beach was fairly pretty, the bright golden sun hung above the horizon, as a lone paraglider with a yellow smiley face parachute glided across the surface of the glistening cerulean