Descriptive Essay on the Ocean
When deprived of water, a sponge becomes hard and brittle. It shrivels up like a wilted flower, lifeless. Water relaxes sponges, fills them up, makes them soft and supple. At times, I find myself becoming hard and much in need of something to fill me up and restore my deadened senses, to, if you will, water me. The ocean satiates my senses and rejuvenates my spirit. It awakens me from my trance, imposed upon me by the insensibility of the world. For me, the ocean has always represented escape, new beginnings, adventure. What things lie on the other side, what wonders does it hold in its deeps? Many a tale has been told by the ocean, whether released from the depths or cast upon the beach. Some of my most vivid and beautiful memories were made so by the sea and its shore. When I was a little girl, my family had a summer house on a point. There was a huge white monastery next door, with a high sea wall in front of it. At high tide, the ocean came right up to the wall and slapped against the stone. At the wall's end, the land flattened out into a sandbar. In June, at low tide, you could walk down there and the sandbar would be teeming with horseshoe crabs, heavily armored and prehistoric-looking.
I love sitting in the dunes at night, listening to the waves hit the shore, hidden from view. I love the cool sea breeze that, on sunny days, lifts kites into the air and dots the sky with color; the gulls that call to one another while they glide on eddying currents in the wind; the feel of salt water against my skin; the crash of the waves on my body. The ocean rocked me in its arms and lessened my sadness. It is, in a way, a mother to us all. I love lying in the sun, surrounded by warm sand. I will look out upon the moonlight glinting off the waves and listen to the rhythmic, melodic crash of waves against the shore. The ocean made me feel incredibly tiny but gave me the sense of belonging to a larger whole. I was sad that night, watching the pinpoints of light slowly disappear but the memory is not an unhappy one. To my child's mind, the ocean could be scary. The lights of the harbor glided, shimmering, across the water, and a gleaming crescent moon graced the dark sky overhead. I can remember standing on the upper deck of a ship, late at night, watching the land slip away and melt into the darkness. The ocean is many, many things to me; it nourishes my spirit like food nourishes my body.
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