The sun was setting over the calm bay waters. We could hear the waves breaking on the shore and the bugs chirping. The smell of salt water filled the air. The temperature could not have been better. This is what we drove 13 hours for. We were finally in Florida.
It was a cool breezy, spring night as we set off on our journey. The clocked showed 7pm and our destination was Clearwater Beach, Florida. We crammed into a van and set off on our journey. In the beginning, we shared some laughs. By the end of the journey, we shared even more laughs and fears for the future. Our first conversation contained the topic of the book we had to read over break for Theology Class. St Augustine's Confessions was the assigned book, , but we really didn't mention the book any further. 2 hours in, we stopped for gas. As energetic teenagers we felt alive on this Easter Sunday Night because we got to eat and drink what we wanted. We left our families for an adventure. An adventure led by 3 adults and classmates including my best friend, my ex-girlfriend, and my
Being born and raised in Florida it was evident that I was going to experience some beautiful nature as a child. It never really occurred to me though how important nature is and how much of an affect it can have on a person. When I was younger my family used to travel down to the Florida Keys every summer to go fishing and snorkeling. I would look forward to this trip every summer because the drive down to the Keys enabled us to see all of Florida and that was always my favorite part. As I got into my teens though and started playing more sports my summers soon became filled with traveling around the state playing sports rather than fishing and snorkeling down in the keys. I feel like during this time my love for the beautiful State of Florida and all that it had to offer was slowly diminishing.
In “Find Your Beach”, a narrative essay written by Zadie Smith, the writer expresses her belief that is one is adamant enough, one can arrive at their beach - a paradise-like environment that people dream of, but is believed to be very hard to obtain. The idea of a person’s “beach” being hard to discover can be observed through Smith’s personal background, as it is almost mythical for this English writer living in Soho, Manhattan to come by a beach. What I took away from Smith’s text is the idea that when you finally arrive at your beach, “sooner or later you will be sitting on that beach wondering what comes next”. Overall, I interpreted one’s beach being defined as a person’s happiness. It is something we all have the potential to posses
Running up and down the wooden stairs, so that I can pack for my trip to Miami. As I a throwing my clothes into the pink leopard suitcase, I just sniff baked bacon from the kitchen. I knew mama was cooking breakfast before I leave for Miami and therefore I had to put something in my belly before I took off. I am really excited to go Miami this summer because it is the most southerly city in the United States. Miami is a memorable trip to me because of South Beach, the varied of restaurants and the Everglades. I never knew going to Miami would make me want to travel the world.
I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom. But wait, what if my parents were in trouble? In an attempt to save them from a burglar or a fire, I sprinted to the front door. To my surprise, there was no such danger: only my parents, a mysterious woman, and two policemen. After a brief encounter, my father and the woman were escorted out with a few of his belongings that he threw into a makeshift
The sun blazed on my back, while the wind gave me goosebumps at the same time. The golden sand danced between my toes, and the clear, sweet water clouded up with sediment wherever I stepped. The air smelled clean, with an undercurrent of pine needles. Although the sensation was amazing, I also felt uneasy, nervous that something would go wrong. I shook the feeling off, determined to make this the best day
High Tides and the Hostetter 's, Plus One If you ask anyone, they will tell you that my family is obsessed with the beach. This is not true, we just really like to get our quarterly intake of Vitamin Sea. We normally go to the beach for Fall Break, Spring Break, and Summer Break. There are many different places we like to go, and have many wonderful stories from all of them.
Growing up, I would go there to play with my siblings and climb the jumbles of rocks that overlooked what seemed like the never-ending vast body of water, pretending that it went on forever. The place not only represented my childhood, but also the start of the end of it. Memories flooded back of endless summer nights of young teenage girls who would sneak down to the hidden beach to get too tipsy and laugh and flirt with boys and pretend that we were grown up. The beach represented not only childhood innocence, but also the longing to leave childhood behind, and this slower sluggish version of myself knew it. It seemed almost poetic that the place I had once felt most alive at would be the place my lifeless body would be pulled towards, almost as if gravity had propelled my body there
I always enjoyed the quietness of the beach when it was not busy. The quietness can take your mind in so many places and allow you to sort out the issues of life as God minister to you privately. Lindberg described each cycle of the tide was vital and each cycle of the wave was vital like each cycle of a relationship. What a tranquil
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.
therapeutic. As you sit in the sand you look out and all you can see is a long stretch of beach in front of you, busy bodies everywhere running around, laughing. When the people clear all you can see is the water. The Gulf of Mexico, so clear and blue, the waves crashing onto the shore, cooling down the hot sand, and in the distance you see surfers riding out to catch the waves. Now living on an island in Washington State, the last thing I will find is someone out in the ocean surfing.
Birds were chirping; flowers swaying in the wind. Warm rays of light hit my face; I stirred awake rubbing the dust out of my eyes. We packed our stuff for the final event of this holiday at the theme park. Everything seemed fine. I got onto the rollercoaster with my family to have some extreme fun.