The Beach

A beach appears on television. It’s a deep blue color with boats or fish resting and families spending their weekends. We know it as a great place to relax and enjoy. But what a beach really is, is way more than than relaxation, and only people who have been there can describe it.

The best view of the beach is at early morning, during sunset. Before that, the sea is a calm blue bed sheet. When the sun wakes up and pops out, the beach, as if was given life, starts dancing with little waves petting the sand. The sea is no longer a dark blue color. It is now alive with shades of red and orange, mixing with the original bright blue color, fighting for space, overlapping one another. The soothing sounds of waves climbing over the shore are the steady rhythm for the sweet singing of the seagulls and pelicans. The soft and dry sand comfort your hands that had been asleep. The frozen sea chills you to the bone in one touch after spending the whole entire night in the brisk  night air.The smells of pine and coconut trees freshen the lifeless scent of the beach. The sweet scent wakes the sleeping families all around, lifted them out of bed and invited them to the welcoming beach.

Noon is the busiest time at the beach. People are starting to head out with surfboards, suntan lotions and water tubes. The crowded beach is busy with people burying garbage under waves and sand. Boats are woken up and are now cooperating with the fishermen out to sea hauling the starving fish into their nets as if they were playing soccer .Rowdy kids are running in and out of the water, dodging the waves as if playing tag. Adults are relaxing and tanning, barely supervising their children, who are curiously discovering the deep blue. The sound of screaming children and the whining of the early-aged babies drown out the soothing singing of the birds and the continuous rhythm of the waves. The scorching sun ignites the frozen sea water, that once touched will hypnotize and soothe you into the deep blue. The sweet smells of trees are now eliminated, and the awful smell of littered trash and half-eaten lunch, along with the strong scent of suntan lotion takes place.     

As the afternoon comes to an end,the  less crowded the exhausted beach becomes, after all the hard work of entertaining people, burying garbages, you name it. The beach is as calm as it was in the early morning. Calmer and calmer, quieter and quieter, the beach silently goes to sleep. The sound of birds singing also fades out, leaving only the silence. Wind stops blowing and trees stops the ruffling. Before going to bed, the beach has to turn off the lights, and slowly, the sun hides itself behind the mountains and dozes off. The chilly air takes its place. The beach is once again calm and soundless. The sea a dark blue blanket, covering fish and keeping them warm in the brisk night.

The beach isn’t just an area for relaxation. It has life. The heart is deep down in the center protected by marine creatures. Unlike us, the beach, when asleep, hums its beautiful song and writes words far down the horizon that simply say ‘See you tomorrow’ as the morning approach.