When I Saw The Ocean
Dalia Selman Ms. Burnmaster English 1711-51 February 6th Essay 1, nd draft
The Ocean
Imagine a place where the atmosphere cradles the Earth in its open arms. Palm trees dance and provide cool shade over picture perfect beaches. Warm sun and hot sand compliment cool waters and cold drinks. I remember my first time traveling to the Middle East. It was there, that I met my first love, my only escape. Tel Aviv, Israel, 2006. It's the sweet summertime, I am at the prime of my childhood and eager to explore but too shy to venture away. Driven by my human desire for beauty, I indulge into this foreign landscape, differing from my landlocked home town. The city walls trace the sandy shores, a nice contrast. I love the way the towering sky scrapers lead your eyes across the smooth beach to Earths most beautiful and notorious masterpiece, the ocean. Tiffany blue skies stretch across my view. My eyes begin to set with the sun as cotton candy clouds, so deliciously light and fluffy, they float down the reflection of her glorious waters. I see beyond the abyss across the surface, to the line where the sky meets the earth. I imagine the stars bathing in the sea as they unwind into the great abyss when the world sleeps. I feel the sun kissing my baby soft skin. A warmth, with a fragile strength, unleashes through my whole body. I feel I have come across my natural habitat. I flourish in the Middle Eastern heat. I am lured into her by the rhythmic sound of waves crashing. Powerfully calm, pulling in and thrusting back onto the beach, creating a soothing lullaby to put my anxiety at rest. This was a foreign feeling to me, I have always been shy. The birds chirp cheerfully as they fly across over head. The scenic sounds create a meditation that eases my mind to a place of tranquility and zen. I breath in, with the ocean…I breath out, with the ocean. I dare myself to venture in. The silky, dirty blonde sand slips and slides under my heels. I run to her water in hope
The Ocean
Imagine a place where the atmosphere cradles the Earth in its open arms. Palm trees dance and provide cool shade over picture perfect beaches. Warm sun and hot sand compliment cool waters and cold drinks. I remember my first time traveling to the Middle East. It was there, that I met my first love, my only escape. Tel Aviv, Israel, 2006. It's the sweet summertime, I am at the prime of my childhood and eager to explore but too shy to venture away. Driven by my human desire for beauty, I indulge into this foreign landscape, differing from my landlocked home town. The city walls trace the sandy shores, a nice contrast. I love the way the towering sky scrapers lead your eyes across the smooth beach to Earths most beautiful and notorious masterpiece, the ocean. Tiffany blue skies stretch across my view. My eyes begin to set with the sun as cotton candy clouds, so deliciously light and fluffy, they float down the reflection of her glorious waters. I see beyond the abyss across the surface, to the line where the sky meets the earth. I imagine the stars bathing in the sea as they unwind into the great abyss when the world sleeps. I feel the sun kissing my baby soft skin. A warmth, with a fragile strength, unleashes through my whole body. I feel I have come across my natural habitat. I flourish in the Middle Eastern heat. I am lured into her by the rhythmic sound of waves crashing. Powerfully calm, pulling in and thrusting back onto the beach, creating a soothing lullaby to put my anxiety at rest. This was a foreign feeling to me, I have always been shy. The birds chirp cheerfully as they fly across over head. The scenic sounds create a meditation that eases my mind to a place of tranquility and zen. I breath in, with the ocean…I breath out, with the ocean. I dare myself to venture in. The silky, dirty blonde sand slips and slides under my heels. I run to her water in hope