There is always that one spot that can mellow all your problems and soothe troubles in times of stress. For me, the beach is the ultimate cure to all of my problems. Separating me from all the peer pursure and all the trouble national and anti-national bad news that's happening daily. While I am there, all of my obligations suddenly vanish. I would just still away in the comfort of the ocean breeze and the sound of the splashing waves. Just close my eye and I transend into that tranquil place of peace and quiet.
As I stroll along, I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. As I take in the soothing atmosphere that encircles me, I close my eyes, letting myself absorb the warming rays of the sun on a perfect summer day. I am comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my concerns. I look into the cloudless blue sky and see the perfection of life. My ears were filled with the sweet joyous sounds of the little village children along with the humming of the birds and the sound of the rhythmic waves which created a melodic, soothing combination. I see the tall, muscular, tan man running along the beaches shoreline. The dog runs into the water to cool it's hairy body. I reached out and buried my hand into the sand and then sifted the handful of small worthless stones using the gaps between each finger. Left in the golden sandy palm of my hand laid a rather familiar object - Turkish delight. It was a smooth stone that was almost a perfect cube and of a delicate rosy color. It glistened like dew-drops and under the light it exposed a subtle rainbow of colors within its translucent walls. What a beauty! The beach bears treasures for my mind, spirit and soul; but also for my physical consumption.
Focusing my attention to the beach, I observe middle-aged people resting on beach towels, children creating sandcastles or frolicking in the ocean, and young couples holding hands while walking along the shoreline. I close my eyes and take in all of my surroundings and run my fingers slowly and care freely through my shoulder-length, brown hair as I take in the smell of the salty, evening air that tingles my nostrils. As I thought of my future, I imagine mysel sailing in the gentle breeze on a yacht. I feel like a seagull, drifting endlessly in the wind without a care in the world, comforted by the resonance of the rolling waves, distant voices, and laughter of people nearby.
"Let's go in the ocean," a young girl says.
"It's so hot out!" an old woman yells.
Feeling the left-over warmth of the mid-afternoon day, I let myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun, while opening my mouth to the bitterness of the sticky evening air. I am taken in by the soothing, relaxing, peaceful atmosphere. I stroll along, and the grainy, slick, brown sugar sand pulls my bare feet under and leaves a perfect imprint. I continue to stroll...