Quoting Beauty_Nature:

What deaf people can see, feel, (not) hear, smell and taste about the beach?

As I step onto the beach on a nice, sunny day with a gentle breeze. I feel the dry sands hitting onto my smooth, shaved legs which it hurts a bit, lol. It feels all those stingings like a gentle sandblasting against the skin. My feet stands onto the dry sands, sinking a bit of my sole feet. I take a long inhale into my lungs as I breath into all those light sea air. Ahhhh, as I exhale, BEACH! Grin.

I look around and see all those waves crashing onto the wet sands, watching it goes, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" This is not how it sounds like, it's more likely seawater crashed against the wet land, it makes a very loud sounds, so loud I could really hear from 2 miles away. Its more like, "krrrsh kkrrsh", into the rhythm of sounds. This is how I can use my speech when I make sounds to be more recongnizable. Grin.

As I walk onto the dry sands where no one can ever use that path. I gently slowly, barely touch the sands as I walk through. As far as the sounds like, "krrrk krrrk krrrk." Or like, "errrrp errrrp" with a silence "e". I walk backward, I see every footsteps I make, my footsteps. This reminds me of the poem, "Footprints."

I feel the winds against my whole body, lightly. It feels like a bit of a tug, or a wind hug! Ahhh, air! Air is hugging all over my body, feels like I'm being loved by this nature. (Hugging myself). Mmmm. So cool, feeling the breeze onto my face looking up to the sky.

As I look up onto the sky, no sounds, just silence. All blue, with a whisk of clouds in the air like a backbone shapes. Feeling the warmth from the sun, its like sun is giving me some love.

I stood still, standing up, spreading my arms open into the air, I thank for this earth to give us this kind of nature we need to escape from reality. As I stretch my arms up, I blessed thee.

I walk onto this cooooooold sea water. It feels like someone put ice into the ocean water. I walk through, to make myself so wet, seeing my skin prickles from being cold. I see my feet becomes red. I feel the water with sands through my toes, I wiggle it through till my feet sink into the sands. I continue to walk along the water.

Ouch! I step onto the shells with hard shells with prickly and sharp kind, broken shell. I pick it up, and brush the sand off the shell, seeing the inside beauty of colors. It is almost like jewlery kind, but natural made, not man made! So simple, keeping the natural beauty of this earth is very treasurous. (Funny, how I use that word does not even exist, I think.) I place the shell into my pocket, so I can make jewlery with hemp string along with it. As I continue to walk, I gather up all those agates, which is my most time past collections when I was young. I look into agates through the sun, so amber like, see through, like cat's eye. Oh. Pretty.

I walk away from the beach, I accidently lick off my lips from the sand, so gritty and salty. I wipe my lips from back of my bare hand. It feels like a sandpaper brush off my lips, I need to brush it gently with love. I see my legs, sands all over it and my feet. Feeling it all sandpapery like, I clean it out, and feel my skin like damp skin which absorb those sands, not so clean, but like salt feeling onto my skin.

I walk barefoot to my car, take one last look, watch sunset going down, all those colors change every minute of it, like a true natural art display by mother nature. So, much of a beauty, just take my breath away.

This is almost similar to lovemaking moment, use imagination of love, colors, taste, smells, everything is so pure and scared. I wish I could find a man who can relate to this story.

Bless be.

What deaf people can see, feel, (not) hear, smell and taste about the beach?

As I step onto the beach on a nice, sunny day with a gentle breeze. I feel the dry sands hitting onto my smooth, shaved legs which it hurts a bit, lol. It feels all those stingings like a gentle sandblasting against the skin. My feet stands onto the dry sands, sinking a bit of my sole feet. I take a long inhale into my lungs as I breath into all those light sea air. Ahhhh, as I exhale, BEACH! Grin.

I look around and see all those waves crashing onto the wet sands, watching it goes, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" This is not how it sounds like, it's more likely seawater crashed against the wet land, it makes a very loud sounds, so loud I could really hear from 2 miles away. Its more like, "krrrsh kkrrsh", into the rhythm of sounds. This is how I can use my speech when I make sounds to be more recongnizable. Grin.

As I walk onto the dry sands where no one can ever use that path. I gently slowly, barely touch the sands as I walk through. As far as the sounds like, "krrrk krrrk krrrk." Or like, "errrrp errrrp" with a silence "e". I walk backward, I see every footsteps I make, my footsteps. This reminds me of the poem, "Footprints."

I feel the winds against my whole body, lightly. It feels like a bit of a tug, or a wind hug! Ahhh, air! Air is hugging all over my body, feels like I'm being loved by this nature. (Hugging myself). Mmmm. So cool, feeling the breeze onto my face looking up to the sky.

As I look up onto the sky, no sounds, just silence. All blue, with a whisk of clouds in the air like a backbone shapes. Feeling the warmth from the sun, its like sun is giving me some love.

I stood still, standing up, spreading my arms open into the air, I thank for this earth to give us this kind of nature we need to escape from reality. As I stretch my arms up, I blessed thee.

I walk onto this cooooooold sea water. It feels like someone put ice into the ocean water. I walk through, to make myself so wet, seeing my skin prickles from being cold. I see my feet becomes red. I feel the water with sands through my toes, I wiggle it through till my feet sink into the sands. I continue to walk along the water.

Ouch! I step onto the shells with hard shells with prickly and sharp kind, broken shell. I pick it up, and brush the sand off the shell, seeing the inside beauty of colors. It is almost like jewlery kind, but natural made, not man made! So simple, keeping the natural beauty of this earth is very treasurous. (Funny, how I use that word does not even exist, I think.) I place the shell into my pocket, so I can make jewlery with hemp string along with it. As I continue to walk, I gather up all those agates, which is my most time past collections when I was young. I look into agates through the sun, so amber like, see through, like cat's eye. Oh. Pretty.

I walk away from the beach, I accidently lick off my lips from the sand, so gritty and salty. I wipe my lips from back of my bare hand. It feels like a sandpaper brush off my lips, I need to brush it gently with love. I see my legs, sands all over it and my feet. Feeling it all sandpapery like, I clean it out, and feel my skin like damp skin which absorb those sands, not so clean, but like salt feeling onto my skin.

I walk barefoot to my car, take one last look, watch sunset going down, all those colors change every minute of it, like a true natural art display by mother nature. So, much of a beauty, just take my breath away.

This is almost similar to lovemaking moment, use imagination of love, colors, taste, smells, everything is so pure and scared. I wish I could find a man who can relate to this story.

Bless be.