Descriptive essay

It is 6:00 A.M. on a Saturday morning. I go through my pre-surf ritual, which includes, rolling out of bed, throw on my bathing suit, splash water on my face and head to the kitchen for my morning nutrition.
Once we are at the beach, we step out of the vehicle and are greeted by the inviting sound of the ocean waves in the distance. As we make our way across the wooden decks,...