The Beach

The waves are crashing. The sun is setting. People are laughing and

embracing under the sunset. I feel the sand squish slowly through my toes

as I gaily walk down the shoreline of the Outer Banks. My all time favorite

place to be is the beach. The weather at the beach is the most quarreling

of all places in the world. One minute you are relaxing lazily on the sandy

seashore reading a most invigorating book. I sit engrossed and allow the

foamy mist from the rampant ocean spray your face lightly as though it was

the touch of a feather. Off in the distance the sun begins to set in a

sleepy unhurried fashion. It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

The colors swirl together in a muddled mass across the sky. Crash! Flash!

The sky turns wild. Lightning hurls itself across what was once the tame

uncaring heaven.

Thunder booms while the atmosphere relieves itself of unwanted moisture. A

violent explosion of heavenly emotion has replaced my peaceful evening. What

could be more exciting than living in a place where your plans could be

intruded upon so abrasively by a cause you cannot control?

Sand castle building is the most enjoyable and childish activity available

to people over the age of ten. Building sand castles is a very creative

process. First, I have to decide what type of architecture I am going to

construct my castle around. The architecture can be old-fashioned,

contemporary, or even imaginary. Next, I must mix gritty sand together with

foamy water in order to form a very reliable cement. The grainy sand mixes

perfectly with the salty water. The gluey substance formed is untouchable by

any marketed adhesive. Finally, the time for construction has come. I

smooth, pile, pound, and shape my massive sand castle into perfection. Now

that I have my fortress, I need to find the ideal shells