Not the usual blog....

A few days ago, the expressive, 'fancy' writer inside me, quite unexpectedly decided to come to life. I was viewing pictures of naturally formed chalk cliffs for one of my chemistry assignments and felt a startling urge to write a piece describing their divine beauty. So, I did write something. Now before you move on, just to let you know this is not going to be a usual informative blog and is completely out of theme regarding the usual genre of the blog. Also, this piece of writing is simply a product of my imagination and is therefore not an accurate portrayal of real-world settings. Well then, here it goes:

The Cliffs by the coast

The majestic coastline, surrounded by dazzling white chalk cliffs, looked like it was straight out of a picture postcard. The barnacled beach seemed like a splendid line of embroidery between the sea and the coast. The bracing sea breeze coated the skin with a rejuvenating layer of mist. The clouds were turning darker every minute and spread over the cliffs like a grey ceiling. Brilliant patches of green pasture upon the breath-taking layers of white rock made the cliffs seem even more serene.

The slate-grey barnacled coast was jagged throughout its entire length and the lack of symmetry due to the uneven surface made the coastline look astonishingly appealing. Walking along the beach was a divine experience as the air carried the scent of the sea into the nostrils and the rhythmic sound of the waves soothed the ears. The tiny rock particles created a crumbling sound under the onslaught of the bare feet, this sound was weirdly satisfying to the mind more than the ears. Further down the beach, the cliffs glistened due to the moisture in the air and also because of their gleaming white color. The shine of the cliffs contrasted heavily with the dark sky and the cliffs almost seemed like artistic sculptures rather than just massive chunks of rock.

One of the rock faces had arched out onto the sea and rapid waves gently divulged over the base of the arch as if splitting themselves into two. Constant exposure to the sea had created a thick layer of algae at the bottom of the precipice which had somehow disrupted the divine beauty of the cliffs. It almost seemed like stains on a sparklingly clean white napkin. Howsoever, the real delight was in walking up to the cliffs and feeling the texture of the smooth, natural chalk. It was unbelievable to imagine that these immense rock faces were made from tonnes of naturally formed soft limestone. One could truly appreciate the grandeur of nature while looking around at the setting. The hands were covered with a layer of white powder after brushing through the surface of the cliffs, the sense of that feather-like texture still seemed to remain on the hands. It all seemed out of this world.   

Further out into the sea, about a hundred meters from the coast stood an abandoned lighthouse. The lighthouse was painted in a red and white checkered pattern and stood upon a small islet which was covered with green bushy vegetation. The clouds formed a spectacular gainsboro hue over the lighthouse, making the scene perfect for a wonderful snapshot. The sky had formed a light grey shade, indicating the arrival of heavy showers. Although the atmosphere was beginning to get damper, the lungs still replenished with every breath of fresh air.

A few seagulls sat atop rocks on the same islet upon which the lighthouse stood, they looked extremely elegant and their grey feathers were stuck meticulously to their white bodies. The colours of the seagulls resembled the colors of the setting and it seemed like those creatures were specifically made for that scenery. The silence in the surroundings was finally broken by the ‘Klee-ew’ sound of the seagulls and the place seemed to come to life.

Walking back, the sweet memories of the childhood visits to the coast flashed across the eyes and the place began to seem more magical than ever before.