Also the ocean is so beautiful and unforgettable. The sounds of the waves coming from the massive deep blue ocean and washing up on the shore of the white sand beach, or the sound of them crashing up against the sharp jagged rocks of the coast line are soothing. Something about the rhythmic timing of each wave causes a relaxing sensation and can almost put you into a deep sleep. The sleep would be hard to come out, not because it’s impossible but only because you wouldn’t want to. Although some individuals may find them extremely annoying I enjoy the sound of the sea gulls on the beach.
The whole atmosphere was very welcoming. Getting out of the taxi, I was hit by a weightless breeze that carried a slight scent of the ocean. The trees were beginning to yellow and the sound of seagulls filled the air. I didn’t see much traffic, but pedestrians filled the narrow streets. The buildings were old; the brick was crumbling and the paint sills were cracked and peeling, due to the many coats
Pete Ms. Issasi English 1302 10 June 2008 E1A: Lottery and Omelas At first glance the town in The Lottery would seem to be a wonderful place to live, beautiful scenery, kind townspeople, and a peaceful atmosphere. The story takes place on a summer morning that is described as a day only pictured in an old tall tale. With children playing around and giggling to themselves at the town square, the adults begin to gather mingling amongst themselves but never becoming to loud. There was actually a great foreshadowing of the entire story that lead to the horrible scene of the stoning, but was brilliantly disguised by what seemed like normal behaviors, actions, and descriptions. Even to the point of the actual stoning was apparently treated as their usual conspiracy that jus simply takes place.
(Sauberman) The fire started spreading quickly, catching fire to drapery, decorations, and scenery flats. (Sauberman) When the fire began spreading into the audience, people became panicked. The actors on stage headed for the double doors at the back of the stage. (Alaspa 23) Once they opened the doors, cold air was able to get in, creating a giant fireball. (Alaspa 23) The fireball then flew over the audience on the main floor and turned the balcony into a death
The waves, water, walking across the Atlantic to Spain are the writer’s expression of tranquility, a peace within, alone and in harmony with all of creation (poemhunter.com). The writer could be dreaming, or he also could be experiencing for the first time an acute sense of well-being. There are many different ideas you could interpret from this poem all of which indicate a unique enjoyment of the ocean. “He has the ability to find poetic fodder in experiences others overlook,” said Robert Darling. “Walking across the Atlantic” was published January 13, 2003.
The accessibility is also very good. Local urban amenities are easily available, and the area attracts commuters because it is less than two hours by train to London. It is linked to the world with its airport, which makes it easier to get to and from Bournemouth. It also has great road links, with A roads, such as the A35 and the A338 linking Bournemouth motorways, like the M27 and other A roads. Bournemouth has a pier, which is in the middle of the seven miles of beach.
Recently, I have travelled to New York City and, on another vacation, to Myrtle Beach. There are similarities and differences between the two of these places. Picture a beautiful city surrounded by tall skyscrapers soaring into the clouds and the beautiful statue of liberty standing still on the water. You walk down the street passing rushing people late for work, hundreds of little shops and restaurants line the streets, and all the while you are taken back by the incredible wonder of the city and the people that you are gazing upon. Now picture lying on the white sandy beach at sunset listening to the ocean waves crash up on the
Then the bags were snatched out of the customers grasp and the customer was asked to walk through the detectors without the bags. The costumer’s ears picked up the noise of murmurs washing through the crowd that was gathered, commenting on how that individual stole and about how that person is just like any other new foreign citizen. Two deep breaths later the customer stepped through
“What a great day for a boat ride,” I thought to myself. It is a cozy warm, shorts and short sleeve shirt day at the time that people are arriving onto the big bulky catamaran. The sky is light blue with some dainty see-through clouds and a slight warm western breeze. I am located on one of the tropical islands of Hawaii, Kauai. The glossy white surface of the boat is blinding because of the reflection from the early evening sun.
It was a Sunday morning when I decided to walk across the street from my house to the beach. I felt deeply alive on that cool day, sipping my coffee with the warm sun beaming on my face. The air was clean and seemed like food as I took in each breath like it was good for my spirit. The sound of the waves was melodic in nature as they rolled up gently against the shoreline. The clouds were perfectly pillowed without a hint of grey in color, and the sky more blue than usual which provided the ultimate backdrop.