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Cerulean Reminder

October 18, 2013
By AriellaK SILVER, Edison, New Jersey
AriellaK SILVER, Edison, New Jersey
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As I stare out
At the brilliant blue sea,
The waves lap at my feet.

Salty air tingles my nose
As the wind waltzes around me,
Playing with my hair as it whisks by,
Softer and quieter
Than a ghost.

The pure white clouds
Drift lazily across the sky,
Golden sunlight shining through them,
Making colors dance across the water
Like a glistening mosaic.

The sun hovers in the middle of the sky,
A bright white against cerulean,
It's rays like a golden halo
Crowning the sunshine.

The seagulls call as they glide through the sky,
Pirouetting around the many colored kites
That surf the air like tiny planes.

I feel the sand beneath my feet,
Soft as velvet,
Smooth as silk,
as it wiggles in between my toes.

Children play in the sand,
Building castles and trenches,
Delving into the fantasy world that exists only
In their minds,
But is real just the same.

Behind me sand dunes
Stand tall and proud,
As strong as mountains,
As tall as the trees,
As courageous as soldiers,
As vast as the sky.

Out of the corner of my
Eye I see the
Bright colors of umbrellas
That line the beach behind me,
A rainbow of patterns that struggle in the wind,
Threatening to break free and fly away
At any moment.

The waves crash in front of me,
As loud as thunder, as rhythmic as drums.
Foam froths around the mouth of the waves
As they crash into the sand.

They are as wild as an untamed animal,
As free as a bird when it flies.

The waves leave behind the treasures
Of the sea as they slowly slither up
On to the golden sand like a snake,
Then pull back,
Receding into the icy depths of the ocean.

People surf the wild waves,
Gliding on top of the water
Effortlessly,
As they bask beneath the glorious sun.

Seashells and stones rest at my feet,
Jewels of the sea that glimmer in the sun,
Each one different,
Each one unique,
Each one a miracle that can be made by
The sea alone.

The water gleams in the sunlight,
As if there are diamonds that float atop the
Dazzling blue of the ocean,
Priceless ships that sail on a vast sea
Of brilliant cerulean.

The golden sand looks as if it is right
Out of a picture,
Perfect and preserved,
As it meets the breathtaking sea that
Seems to stretch on forever without end.

I almost think it does,
That the water extends on forever and ever,
Never reaching the opposite shore,
As vast as the sky itself.

Dolphins leap in and out
of the water,
As graceful as a cat,
As powerful as a lion.

Silver gems splash in the air,
The last remnants of the dolphins play
As they swim away,
Streaks of gray and silver in the water.

The ocean has a kind of aura,
An air of power that almost frightens me
In a sense,
But is also calming.

I stand,
Watching the ocean, the sand,
And the people that pass by;
Watching the fun, the pleasure,
The sheer happiness that comes from
A day at the beach.

A gentle breeze floats by,
And with it comes goodness and peace,
Happiness and joy,
As it lightly touches my cheek,
And almost seems to whisper in my ear
A song of hope.

I feel a feeling that I have felt no where else before,
A feeling more than happiness,
More than excitement.

A feeling I don't quite know
How to put into words.
A feeling almost like belonging,
A feeling, that when I am at the beach I am truly and utterly
Free.

The sun begins to set over the ocean,
Streaking the sky in hues of
Daffodil yellow,
Burnt orange,
Fiery red,
And rosy pink.

The sky looks as if it is on fire,
The flames devouring the sun and clouds,
And I am almost afraid that those caught below
will burn in the fire of the sunset.

But on the beach it is peaceful,
Though the sky rages on.

All around me, people talk, play and laugh,
Having the time of their lives,
Making memories that they will always cherish,
That will last forever.

They will look back on these memories in times of
sadness and sorrow,
When life is at a low and they need a reminder
That there is always some happiness and good in the world,
And that when the sun goes down at night, it always comes back up
At dawn.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece about the many memories I have shared with my family at the beach every summer. I will never forget them.

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