Descriptive Essay the Beach

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Just Like a Dream
The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful where I can go to escape all the pressures and worries of life. It is the place to go to soothe away all my problems and troubles in times of stress. 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 easiest. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. This one place capable of sending my senses into an overload is Coronado Island in San Diego County California.

As I stroll alongside the sandy shore line one particular warm evening, I couldn’t help but be taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. Walking on the beach of Coronado is like walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the sun’s rays with joy. Looking across the landscape of Coronado beach is similar to looking out into a desert because of its vastness. In three directions there is nothing but mounds of rolling endless sand peppered with palm trees. The sugar-like sand beneath my feet looks like sparkling jewelry and seems to spread out for miles. I close my eyes and feel the velvet-silk sand squish between my toes and collapse under my weight with each step I take making my claves ache. Reopening my eyes I look to the left and see deserted sand castles that struggle to remain intact from the slight breeze slowly blowing them away and admire pale ghost crabs zigzagging like thieves in the night, across the gently sloping sandbanks that made up the beach. I stop walking and look behind me and watch my footprints in the lustrous sand become devoured and washed into nonexistence by the waves.

I hear the wind tenderly whispering in my ears as if it were calling my name. I turn back towards the shore and see tall palm trees sway in the breeze. The wind rustles...
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