As I walking d
own the beach on a late summer night, I almost walked on a
logger head’s nest. I thought about the long
migration t
hose turtles had to endure just to come to Florida to
lay their
eggs. I then realized that the
baby turtles must be hatching soon and decided to watch them try to survive the adventure to the water. As soon as I made that decision, I witnessed out of the corner of my eye a slight movement in the sand by me. I became incredibly excited and then witnessed a
tiny turtle struggle to come out of the sand. Remembering the
laws I knew that I couldn’t help this turtle make the
adventure to the water, he had to make that trip all by himself. Many
dangers lie between him and that water. He could run into countless
predators and die. When he finally reached the water, I was overjoyed with happiness for the baby turtle.
When first stepping onto the beach. The taste of salt overwhelms the air. The crunching of the hot sand underneath people’s feet as they move around and them jumping or running because the sand burnt their feet becomes distinctive. The rustling of towels in the wind is heard, as people try to
get settled in the perfect area to have the hot sun hit your skin. The aroma of salt and sunscreen has a calming effect of knowing that the day has just begun. The pelican are in the air soaring through the sky, the crabs are shuffling along the ground, an
d the waves are crashing along the shoreline. Kids are running around the beach building sandcastles and playing beach games. Near a pier, the aroma of food from the restaurants wafts by. People fishing off of the pier are so still and patient waiting for the perfect catch. 
