I Want To See The Ocean THE STUDENT LIFE BLOG

I Want To See The Ocean THE STUDENT LIFE BLOG Composed by: A. Violet | Featured Image by: Rayna Porter [Featured picture delineates a sea wave smashing onto sand before bound boots] I need to see the sea. To consume my feet in the hot sand and to feel the delicate breeze as it kisses my cheek. To stroll over the shore leaving impressions that would blur away, concealing my reality. A mystery between the riptide, the shore and me. Brilliant and early when the sky is as yet awakening and is painted with the shades of sunflowers and roses.Soft and warm, yet ever evolving. An unbelievable scene with the grayish shade of the mists mixing into the canvas. Nothing could contrast with the sight very like this. Nobody would ever tally the shades and catch the obscure sentiment of strolling through an artistic creation. To see the skyline where orange and blue conflict cruelly as though two powers were adversaries. Boldest at the line between two secretive marvels before the sky is depleted and they become obscured as though the sea had won. Removing its glow and tainting it with the virus. Occurring in very nearly a moment you'd never notice how time flew by. To gather each messed up shell until my hands are full; respecting each split before hurling them back. Keeping the ones I appreciate most in light of the fact that I can unfortunately convey a limited amount of much home just to put in a container overlooked on the rack. Overlooking each rock and stone I step on the grounds that I'm too bustling holding my cap so the nonconformists of the breeze doesn't take it away. What's more, to watch the waves run into the stones as though attempting to drive them further shorewards, a losing fight, or possibly attempting to bring them home. Attempting to get, yet continually sneaking away. While I sit in the sand with my eyes expected shut tuning in to remember crash and hearing its disappointment, I wonder what stays in the profundities underneath and how far might I be able to go? Sitting in wonder of the ideal sound; needing to float and rest. I need to swim in the ice waters. Gradually from the outset before squeezing my nose and making a plunge. Wheezing with stun despite the fact that there's nothing unexpected. To feel the warm beams all over as I miserably endeavor to wipe away the salt that will definitely wind up in my eyes. Letting the power of the waves convey me back and forth as though they were attempting to remove me and gobble me up to keep me sheltered and covered up. I wonder what it'd resemble in the event that you were here with me? Okay observe what I see? Maybe something other than what's expected or better. I need to lay on a cover of intense hues in the cool sand and watch as the moon assumes control over the sky and fills it with lavenders and citrus; pastel hues cautioning me the time has come to leave. I need to remain and see the finale., The stars that light up the sky like far off gems sparkling consummately. To search for the man in the moon and stay with him as he illuminates the shore. Wishing him goodbye as I get together and leave accepting the sand with me as it sticks between my toes. Thinking back an ideal opportunity to time to take in as quite a bit of its magnificence that I can before withdrawing into the night. I realize I will never observe the sea like this again in light of the fact that the sea is the strange being that never rests, each wave, a heart beat and each shell a memory. It tends to be harsh and terrible, yet quiet and welcoming, yet never still. It ensures and conceals all that live within.A perilous excellence not to be dealt with, however to be seen and never hurt for it shrouds everybody mysteries. I need to visit it once more, however this time, in actuality.