I can watch the show of beautiful rainbow colors shining through the prisms of the ocean spray. It is quite on the beach with the only sound I could hear was the soft and gentle sound of the oceanic waves. There are only a few sweet little kids and their families who are busy enjoying in the shinning brown colored sand. A young trying to relax to the left of me. He is lying still on the sand as if wishing that the waves of head die down.
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 being pulled out from between my toes back into the ocean. 11 years later and the fond memories of the magical and wonderful ocean would be pulled out from under me like the current itself.
The blue greenish water crashes back and forth on the shoreline. The sound of the waves was soothing minus the kids beside me screaming at the top of their lungs, but hey it’s the beach. The cold salty water covered my feet causing me to move back a bit. As the ocean retracted back, it felt as if I was moving with the waves. I closed my eyes as the algae filled air took over my sense of smell.
And, as I laid down on the soft sand, I could feel I was sleeping on my bed. I could see all the sights of summer. To left, children were building sand castles along the ocean’s edge, to right, I observed people playing banana boat, water motorcycle, and some of them enjoying good books. Then, I was soon at the point where my skin could nearly catch fire by harsh rays of the blistering summer sun, so I ran as fast as wind toward what my body saw as heaven, an endless pool of crystal blue water. I dived into the crashing waves head and floating peacefully among the waves.
For me, it is ‘Siloso Beach’ at the island, Sentosa. From the soothing sounds of the waves, to the air pregnant with the smell of salt and seeing children giggle gleefully as they build sandcastles, it never ceases to get me away from the stresses of life. At the beach at Sentosa, I gaze upon the crashing waves and
Day Beach - The beach on a sunny day is a sight to behold. Blazing sun casts its blaring rays on the smooth but weathered rocks by the seaside. Sea charges onto the rocks rattling the tiny pebbles, and nudging them along like a gust of wind. Soft seaweed bathes in pale blue sea waters, rocking back and forth along with the everlasting movement of waves. Warm, baking sand covers you like a soft blanket allowing eternal warmth to radiate through your body.
Wiseman and Foolishman One day, the Lord gave Wiseman and Foolishman an assignment: "Go out to the sea-shore and bring back to me, by this time tomorrow, the best, the most beautiful, the most flawless woodunit you can find on the beach ..." "Your wish is my command, my Lord," chorused Wiseman and Foolishman and off they shot to the beach. Foolishman picked up the first woodunit he found and carefully examined it. There was a fine crack. Foolishman flung it into the water. He picked up another woodunit and scrutinised it.
The light house It was morning time and Peanut was sound asleep in his bag when he heard Barbara say Peanut wake up we are at our next adventure. Peanut jumped out of his bag he was excited to see what the next adventure was Peanut stood at the top of his bag so he could see out the window. He could see the ocean he could see different types and sizes of boats some had fishing poles others had big sales each boat was very different and they all had unique names. Barbara told Peanut we are going to a lighthouse . If you look in the distance you can see it.
Stepping on the wood of the doc, I already feel the relaxing embrace of the endless water on the bright day. Cousins, young and old, are running past and jumping in the water with a splash. My brother is on his kayak making sure no one gets pulled away with the tide. Fishing poles leaning against the rails. Music blaring we 're all laughing and having a good time.
I swam like as if I have won twenty-one Olympic gold medals like of Michael Phelps. I walked down the end of the shore while imprinting my foot mark in the sand, where, I, too, sat down with my collected pebbles, and threw it to the waters while shouting aloud. Well, I am not anxious at all, because I don’t have to be, and neither did I forget that I am the only one on this island. I didn’t have to care anything about or even to get bothered on how I looked like and how my action should be like. I am free and I did not come disguised as such.