January 26, 2012

Sandy Shores (own essay)

        I am startled awake by the sudden stop of vibrations and silence without the engine running. Finally, we arrived at our destination. My family and I walk along the bumpy road and I can feel the rocks I step on under my flip-flops. Then, I am surprised when my feet left the hard concrete and slightly sank into the warm, fine sand. I break into a run as I am very excited to escape the piercing heat of the sun. I barely feel the sand getting in between my toe and tickling me. Finally, I crash into the cool water and my skin felt instantly relieved even though my eyes sting from the salt water of the beach. I sit on the perfect spot where the cool waters brush my feet and warm sand leave my sighing in contentment. I take in the feel of the beach. I can taste the salty air just by breathing in and smell the sweet aroma of coconuts on the trees behind me. I hear the waves crashing onto the shore before they reach my spot and the chirping of birds no doubt hiding in the trees. As I relax on the sand, I hear my brother and sister dragging along a kayak, with its paddles bumping loudly on the plastic surface. Finally, I hear a loud splash, signalling that they were able to bring it into the water. I hear their laughter as they climb in and the rhythmic splashes in the water. Left, right, left right. Their excited chatter and giggles slowly fade as they go farther away from me. I lie down on a fuzzy towel my mother brought out and I cover my eyes with my arm because even with eyes closed, I cannot escape the brightness of the sun. I hear the footsteps and laughter of other families coming to enjoy the beach, the clicking of cameras as they try to preserve special moments and gentle bustling of the wind whispering to my ears as I get lulled to a peaceful sleep.

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