After a nerve-racking work or semester in school. people would experience reasonably tired and want to make something to let go of the emphasis ; everyone has in head a topographic point to get away to for relaxation. My topographic point of relaxation is beach. particularly the peaceable quiet forenoon beach. Where’s the topographic point for you so?
It was early in the forenoon. when the sky was still subdued. I was walking on the beach by myself with my dirts off. experiencing the grainy sand that comforts my pess as I walked across the shore ; as the tide hit on shore. the spray of H2O splashed on my tegument. reviewing it was. I felt like as if I had drunk a glass of cold H2O on a hot summer twenty-four hours. and it drove the worm of drowsiness out of my head. The salty air blowing on my face felt wet and cool as it passed by ; taking a deep breath. it was the alone odor of sea coming with this blowingwing flow into my olfactory organ. How fresh and particular the odor was. it left me with a deep memory.
The beach was really quiet. there was no sound of work forces. but the sea gulls peacefully chirp as they soar overhead. vocalizing. and seeking for nutrient ; the ululation air current whistlings through the beach like an geting train ; as the clang of the moving ridges thunder through my ears. like a mammoth monster shouting out. demoing his strength to the universe.
As I looked back. the footmark I left showed my way ; all of a sudden. a tide shot on the shore. wrapping off the grade I had left. and so disappeared. left some rocks it had brought with. as an grounds demoing what it had done. Looking far. I saw nil but the deep blue sea. it was every bit far as your oculus can see. therefore far and broad as if it was stretching out its arm. and wanted to keep sky into its bosoms.
The Sun was like a blue kid. small by small. lifting up from the border of sky and the deep sea. smiling. demoing his face to the whole universe. His visible radiation painted the sky with ruddy. as if the sky was on fire. Frequently. there were people who ramble oning. biking. walking out Canis familiariss. passed by here. adding verve to this topographic point.
This is the nature of forenoon beach ; this is what is tempting me. Its soundlessness you can’t here in metropolis. the site you can’t see in metropolis. Here you don’t have to worry about anything. it wraps off all your emphasiss ; it takes you into nature. as if you are a portion of it. How beautiful the beach is! I felt like in dream. in Eden.