The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean. .
Just as I sit down on the sand my mind starts to unwind. The many spectacular sights jump at my eyes. As far as I can see there is turquoise water in front of me. Surfers wearing their bright colored suits grab their boards and head for the unknown. Light colored sailboats disappear in the distance. Looking farther out, I see dolphins peak out of the water. I cannot help but to think how it would feel to be so free and careless. Their grayish blue color shimmers in the fiery orange sky making me feel happy that I got to see them, even for a split moment. Couples decorated in their beach attire briskly pace in front of me. I cannot help but to wonder what their rush could be. Children feverishly dance around mounds of sand that within a short amount of time will yield the most impressive sandcastles. .
Relaxing a bit more, I become more aware of the sounds around me. The seagulls seem to be talking to each other in their own language while they skim the shore for fish to eat. The ocean's tide crashes on the shore, making a steady beat that quickly forms a song-like rhythm. The massive waves make a very comforting sound, soft to the ear. .
Standing up, I can feel the sun's rays embrace my pale skin. Walking farther down the shore my body gets consumed with cold chills as the texture of the grainy, wet sand squishes between my toes. The wind blows softly and tousles my hair away from my face. At the same time my nose senses the smell of sun block and baby oil.
Descriptive Essay Everyone has an amazing vacation that will never seem to forget. ... During this vacation, I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. Everything from the people I met, to the place we stayed, to the boardwalk and the beach made this experience unforgettable. ... It was rare that we found time to go on the beach, but we did go on the boardwalk almost every night. ...
My neighborhood is composed of the towns of Shirley, Mastic and Mastic Beach. ... Some outsiders consider my town, Shirley, Mastic and Mastic Beach pretty bad. ... Back in the really early 1900s, this whole area used to be a vacation/resort town. ... Also hidden in Mastic Beach is the Poospatuck Indian reservation off of Pawnee St. ... Home sweet home is what I call Shirley, Mastic and Mastic Beach....
