My Obsession with the Ocean
Dalia Selman Ms. Burnmaster English 1711 January 27th Essay 1, first draft
The Ocean
I have always been driven by my human desire for beauty. I crave dramatic features that Earth offers. High mountains, deep valleys, vast oceans and bright sun. I flourish in warm temperatures and unfortunately, the Minnesota winter crushes all of my spirits. Thinking of the ocean brings me a tranquil warmth I loyally follow through the cold months. The ocean draws me in with her cool, smooth, serenity. Exploring each crevasse and fold of my sweet memories, I always search for her call. My first encounters with the sea are some of the most potent memories I possess. I am lured into the ocean by her gorgeous view, rhythmic touch and deep mystery. Imagining my childhood haven… tiffany blue skies stretch across my memory. My eyes set with the sun as cotton candy clouds lightly brush the surface of the water, looking so deliciously light and fluffy. I always remember the furthest line as the place where the stars unwind and bathe in the sea. There light illuminating all across her glaze. Skyscrapers line the beach, the big, beautiful ocean stands out against the city walls of Tel a Viv, Israel. I love the contrast of our modern busy world to Earth's timeless masterpiece. I begin to zone out, feeling I have come across my truest, most natural habitat. The silky, dirty blonde sand slips and slides under my heels. I run to the ocean shore for relief to escape the burning sensation of hot sand. I dip my toe in her shallow waters, a pleasant surprise. The water is cool with undertones of warmth, inviting me in to come and play. I begin to unravel, slowly gliding my whole body into her arms, feeling more comfortable then I had ever imagined I would be. I float across the reflection of the sky, finding peace, finding my place in the world. The breath of the ocean flows through me like a current. All my limbs rejuvenated with nourishing waters and hot sun kissing my fresh, baby
The Ocean
I have always been driven by my human desire for beauty. I crave dramatic features that Earth offers. High mountains, deep valleys, vast oceans and bright sun. I flourish in warm temperatures and unfortunately, the Minnesota winter crushes all of my spirits. Thinking of the ocean brings me a tranquil warmth I loyally follow through the cold months. The ocean draws me in with her cool, smooth, serenity. Exploring each crevasse and fold of my sweet memories, I always search for her call. My first encounters with the sea are some of the most potent memories I possess. I am lured into the ocean by her gorgeous view, rhythmic touch and deep mystery. Imagining my childhood haven… tiffany blue skies stretch across my memory. My eyes set with the sun as cotton candy clouds lightly brush the surface of the water, looking so deliciously light and fluffy. I always remember the furthest line as the place where the stars unwind and bathe in the sea. There light illuminating all across her glaze. Skyscrapers line the beach, the big, beautiful ocean stands out against the city walls of Tel a Viv, Israel. I love the contrast of our modern busy world to Earth's timeless masterpiece. I begin to zone out, feeling I have come across my truest, most natural habitat. The silky, dirty blonde sand slips and slides under my heels. I run to the ocean shore for relief to escape the burning sensation of hot sand. I dip my toe in her shallow waters, a pleasant surprise. The water is cool with undertones of warmth, inviting me in to come and play. I begin to unravel, slowly gliding my whole body into her arms, feeling more comfortable then I had ever imagined I would be. I float across the reflection of the sky, finding peace, finding my place in the world. The breath of the ocean flows through me like a current. All my limbs rejuvenated with nourishing waters and hot sun kissing my fresh, baby