We felt a pleasant breeze while walking on the warm, smooth sand. The scene was that off a postcard. At the beach, my family and I rented snorkeling gear to fit ourselves. While snorkeling, we gazed at numerous colorful fish exploring around the jagged coral. The coral was incredibly sharp if you were to touch it with your hand.
Also, the author describes Phoenix’s skin as having “a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead…” (Welty). All of these examples tie back with the long lifespan of a phoenix. Jackson’s whole mission in this story is to receive and deliver medicine for her grandson. “She makes these trips as regular as clockwork” (Welty). Just like the mythological phoenix rising every day, Phoenix Jackson consistently rises up to the challenge of taking a long journey to aid her grandson.
As the rhythm of the pounding waves washes away all of her worries. She looked into the cloudless blue sky and cannot help but to think that this is what life’s perfection most be. While looking up at the sky she sees a seagull fly by, and her mind begins to wonder what it would be like to be a seagull. Just drifting in the wind without a single care in the world. As Kelly sits on her beach towel she can see all the sights that summer is on the way.
The Blackfoot River, located in rural Montana, meant everything two Norman and Paul, especially when they grew older. Fly fishing and the river was a part of, and extremely critical, Norman and Paul's life forever. They started fishing at a young age, and never actually stopped, aside from a few minor and inconsiderable breaks. The river wasn't just "used for" fly fishing. Fly fishing was just an activity that the boys persisted on doing, because it pushed for growth in their relationship.
We went up to the lake because everyone went there, because we wanted to snuff the rich scent of possibility on the breeze, watch a girl take off her clothes and plunge into the festering murk, drink beer, smoke pot, howl at the stars, savor the incongruous full-throated roar of rock and roll against the primeval susurrus of frogs and crickets. This was nature.” (647) In the protagonist’s attempt to rebel and be bad, he has no respect for “nature”. After years of desecration, the lake is called “Greasy” and the narrator takes pride in its transformation, calling it “nature”, and carrying out the tradition of being “bad” against
Far away lights are flickering. (3-5) One gets the feeling of a touch of romance when the speaker calls somebody to the window to enjoy this picturesque scene of a summer evening with him. (6) The short but striking opening line compliments the tone of the poem. An enjambment in lines 2 and 3, the commas and semicolons in lines 3-6, together with the different lengths of the lines, gives the impression of the rhythm of the waves. The following alliterations: tonight and tide (1 & 2), full and fair (2), coast and cliffs (3 & 4), Gleams and gone (4), together with the assonance in lines 1 & 2, tonight and tide, contributes to the light and peaceful flow of the first six lines.
Adjusting my mouthpiece and getting a steady breath, I waddle over to the surf and begin to abide their call. Gently the water brushes upon my skin as I slip into the rolling waves, letting each part of my sun kissed body feel the cool sensation of the water against my skin. Effortlessly I glide through the sapphire sea, admiring sparkles on the underside of slick, moving wavelets rimmed with light, gently propelling through the water trying not to disturb the peacefulness of the environment, then turning to glimpse a dazzling sight: corals, sponges, anemones, in a riot of soft pinks, blazing reds, luminous oranges, all marked with the disciplined wildness that I love in nature. The coral stands out like magnificent creations of heaven, vibrant colors and touch-me textures engulf each beautiful piece. I want to reach out and feel the tantalizing arrangement of beauty that I see beneath me.
The smell of the ocean calms all your senses, Feeling the cool water on your hands and feet as you paddle out beyond the breakers. The most amazing spiritual experience is sitting on my board, by myself, watching the sun set over the horizon. Nothing else like this makes me feel as good. On the horizon a wave approaches. I turn my board around and use every ounce of strength in my harms to get momentum.
If you have ever seen the main mountain in Taos which is where our beautiful sacred Blue Lake is located and which is where our main river flows from. Blue Lake is a sacred land where our tribe goes to celebrate the Kiva boys’ commitment into becoming a man and practicing our native ways. The river flows right through the middle of the pueblo. The river has been useful to everyone in the pueblo for centuries. Families walk down to the river with buckets to get water for their home to bathe, drink, and cook with.
On a fine morning, Kampung Pantai Cenang lies slumbering in the sun. From a distance, the village against a backdrop of rolling hills and lush green forests fringed by the golden beaches and the emerald sea is a pretty sight to behold. The peace and quiet of the village is broken only by the twittering of birds, the sound of waves splashing on the sandy shores or on the sea – battered rocks. Then, from inside the wooden shacks come the clatter of pots and pans and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and nasi lemak. The houses on stilts and with thatched roofs are arranged in a linear fashion behind barbed wire fences.