proof read my narrative and correct grammar mistakes: Etched vividly in the recesses of my mind, is the recollection of rippling water between my limbs, numbing yet refreshing as it lapped against my skin, eroding the sand beneath my feet. Standing upright in the undulating water, I was able to discern the sand shifting, being scraped away and crafting a temporary concave beneath. Perceiving the flowing sand that indeliberately embraced and caressed me, I opened my arms wide as if to reciprocate its embrace. Dim lightness above the horizon softly outlined the silhouette of mine afterdawn, astutely capturing the ethereal quintessence of the ephemeral connection between the ocean and human spirit.

This memory could be dated back to years ago during an early summer during a trip to Phuket island, encompassed by the Andaman Sea, in Thailand. Though visiting several times for vacation, it was a novel experience canoeing in the vast boundless sea. During previous vacations, lying on the beach chairs, I have always perceived the sea breeze, which with its gentle caresses, brought the salty freshness of the ocean, along with the ripples of waves upon the shore. Finding the trip calming yet unadventurous enough, I have always been yearning for a change. Therefore, unlike how my family usually conceive our trip plans, I decided to venture onto this remote island near the renowned resort for numerous days of camping. 

Here I’m again. Stretching endlessly before me, the Andaman Sea rendered countless habitats for fabulous varieties of marine life, schools of manta rays, mobile rays, and though unanticipated, whale sharks; which with their vibrant hues, delineated a flamboyant scenery underwater. The remoteness and daintiness of the island doomed its scarceness of visitors, but granted me the cherished privilege to witness and beheld the striking presence of such appreciable beings. Gripped by the intermingling perception of fascination and trepidation, I glanced around the impending destination in rather awe, deeply humbled by the magnificence and unpredictability of it.  Stepping onto the soft sandy shore, the former ambivalence of emotions were instantly negligible, as the grains beneath my feet muffled my footprints into its soft texture, concealing the promenades of any being, retaining the beach of its pristine beauty. 

Anticipating this canoeing adventure long enough, we briskly equipped ourselves with safety precautions, gripped two crimson colored paddles and yearningly tugged our craft into water. Dipping our flamboyantly hued paddles into the tranquil surface of water, the disruption of  its sereneness forming swirls, remarked the onset of our journey. We stroked with keen longing and unabashed curiosity, endeavoring to propel forward, in an almost impetuous manner. 
As our endeavor brought us further from shore, the more turbulent waves came dashing and splashing onto the canoe, revealing the insurmountability of the expanse. Gripping onto the paddles tighter than ever, palms with beads of sweat and splatter of seawater forced  us to renavigate and stroke near to land. Along the coastline, we were able to behold the ebbs and flows unabashedly revealing the bare sand sunken and dampened by cold water and leaving intricate patterns etched onto the gritty sand through its ceaseless erosion. 

As we stroke, we glanced at the azure expanse of ocean blends into a shade of blue-green farer it went, steered by the rippling waves, guiding one’s sight on to the shimmering beach. Originating from rocks and traveling thousands of miles through the unfathomable depth, the sand eventually was able to erode and reach its ultimate destination, the coastline, where we departed our yachts.

Perceiving the poignant weariness  in our arms and possessing the will to take a closer look, we leaned on the stern to witness the ocean and the celestial scenery above intermingle into each other and together depict a remarkably pleasant seascape. As our viewpoints gradually descended, we were immediately intoxicated by the expanse and its frothy crests of waves, its astute blend with and above the horizon. Under the sunshine, with its warmth penetrating my bones and its brightness augmenting a golden brimming to my hair, I was merely able to hear the steadily firm beating of my heart, along with the undulating of ripples, the splattering of waves onto the shore, and seldomly the shrill chirps of bugs. It was pure pleasure. Deeply intrigued by the seascape, we waited for the water to be casted upon sundawn’s vibrant glow, amidst the allurement of undulating waves to partake in its jollification, we had to head on to our journey of returning.

Back to our camping site, the perceivably once scorching sand was instantaneously frigid as the sun dipped below the horizon, where the sea was correspondingly bathed in the moon’s silvery glow. I firmly behold the ostensible tranquil water that stored away the unpredictable currents underneath its darkness, perceiving its secret garner of memories, tears, and laughter in its unfathomable depth.
Memories of rippling waves, splendid sunset, and the boundless ocean lingered vividly in my heart, which the passage of time was incapable of transcending. The remarkably precious experience has established an indelible bond between me and nature.