Descriptive Essay

Gaelle Laurent

Comp 4/ B

January 18, 2017

Descriptive Essay

​A puff of wind blew by her taking her essence with it. Strands of hair whipping as the sun mounted its way above the horizon as if it was petrified to shed some light. The salty smell of the sea creeped up her nose as she breathed in the crisp air. The sand was a battlefield of coral, with an assortment of multicolored seashells; however, at the same time, the sand was a mattress of blankets. The way the sand flooded onto her feet and out of gap between by toes made her heart pound like harmonizes drum beats in a marching band. It was fragile as a newborn; the grains were so fine that it could possibly be detectable on the eye. The waves were chanting me a melodious lullaby, making her revive her childhood. They were seducing her in, with their never-ending arms wide opened but her feet would not listen because of the glacial waves penetrated her feet. So she sat down, watch the sun branched across the sea.

​As minutes passed by, the warm rays gradually expanded; he greeted her with a hello. He reached down towards her and gleam a light as if he wanted to lend her a hand. The smoldering light pierced through her freezing, cold skin and gave her an immediate buzz. The sun worked his way up to the sky, spreading its power to everything in its way. Birds caroling with immense spirit, wandering around the sky trying to request it for itself. The sky discard its color from dark opaque indigo to illuminated beaming blue sky. Fluffy blobs of clouds that covers the sky; slowly fading away into thin air and the luminous clear waves sparkled like diamonds and the cold water began to warm up. She walked up to the edge of the beach again and dipped her toe in the water. It felt as if her foot from before melted into the ocean.

People began to show up and enjoy the exceptional gift God has build for us. Later, the beach became a capacity filled with laughter. Children are picking up the featherlike sand and remolding them into the grand image of their untamed imagination. I stretch my legs and slouch down on the terrace of the beach; with an ice cream in one hand thawing its way to freedom, she spy on everybody on the beach. Anything was possible at the beach. From the way people dress the things they do, it describes

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