Summer time has dawned upon us and it has expelled the aromas of freedom and opportunity in order for our figurative noses to take a grand whiff. These aromas come in many a form during these blistering hot months. Whether it be the refreshing dip in the pool or a good willed sporting tourney amongst friends, summer offers no shortage of thrilling excitement and freedom. However, nothing epitomizes this freedom quite like an outing to the beach. A visit to the borderline between the land we love and the abundant mysteries of the ocean frontier is capable of revitalizing even the most fatigued. At the beach, the cooling waters of treacherous oceans and the soft sands of the land combine to create the unmistakable sounds of waves flowing and breezes blowing. This landscape embodies summer by inscribing a nonchalant approach to life towards all its inhabitants, rendering them capable of constructing castles, consuming corn chips and soda without question, and purposefully allowing themselves to be scorched by the arriving remnants of the sun's 5,778 degrees K radiating surface.
|A portrait of a perfect night|
Astonishingly, I have managed to partake in a superior rendition of the above paragraph in what can only be labeled as an unprecedented occasion of class. Recently I engaged in a brief stay at a beach front condominium who's exotic whereabouts cannot be revealed as requested by the UN. Come the end of an extraordinary sun filled day, I felt a yearning to unwind. It was not my choosing to go out on beach that night, for on this occasion I was merely an actor in a play entitled destiny. As the moon's blossoming light guided me in solitude towards the beach, I was enlightened as to why Walt Whitman used this activity as the title for one of his poems. Although I had thoroughly enjoyed the excitement brought forth while spearfishing several great white sharks to protect an endangered species of fish, it was no match for the soothing nature of the post twilight beach. The following list describes what I observed this night as I laid back on my towel made of the finest silks:
- The only sounds that sounded were those of the thunderous waves from restless oceans seeking refuge on the receptive shore and the breezes of a million tides echoing the turbulence of the sea.
- The only sights that were seen were the arriving lights of stars after a journey of light years and the soft glow of the moon giving hope to the nocturnal inhabitants of the earth.
- The only smells that were smelled were the freshershist aromas that naturally spew from these tropical lands.
- The only feelings that were felt were those of wonderment and curiosity along with the gentility of the age old sands.
- The only tastes that were examined by taste buds were the salty composition of the air and the remnants of the exquisite lobster I had captured and consumed for dinner.
William & Walter
W & W