Descriptive Writing Beach

As I sat there on the brink of a steep jagged cliff looking upon the vast landscape, that practically seemed boundless. I felt the crisp breeze brush across my face. Taking a deep breath in I could feel it run through my nose, down my throat and inflate my lungs. A cooling sensation. Leaving my mind vacant but with an almost eerie awareness. There was something about the unknown that lies among the terrain. Something about knowing that I did not know, and that I will never know.
But at the same time it had given me an impression of tranquility and serenity, knowing that it did not matter, and that it does not affect me in this moment, nor will it ever. The feeling of how nothing in this world mattered besides that moment between me and the land. I could sense the chilled ground beneath me, the grass, rough and shaggy, much like uncombed hair. Unkempt. I could see the wind blow through the tufts of grass, creating ripples much like when a pebble is thrown into a calm body of water. Slowly but surely making its way through. …show more content…
Ragged looking, as if it were the rubble of a destroyed building. Sprinkled throughout it were branches washed ashore. Their fate only to be swallowed up and spit out. It was such a beautiful contrast to the sea of grey that engulfed them. It illuminated the deep amber colours of the branches. Especially on the ones that still had their leaves attached to them, just clinging to life. Alongside the beach was a piercing cerulean blue body of water, a colour so deep yet lively. I could only imagine how it looked undisturbed by the wind. Even when it was gusting over the water creating rapid whitecaps that were ubiquitous. It was still so peaceful. It was bewildering how something so violent could be so