The water lapped against my feet. It was a beautiful day
with cool breeze lightly blowing, the kind that lifted the tips of your hair,
but not the kind that gave you goose bumps. The high tide causing the waves to
crash against the shore was a sign of danger for some but to me they looked
like they were inviting me to come and play. It was early morning and though the
sun hadn't shown its glowing face yet, the sky was still light and colored
with a host of different shades, as though painted freely with hands of an imaginative
five year old. The shouts and shrieks of children as they dived into the waves and
let them envelop their gigantic arms around them broke the silence that was
otherwise only broken by the sound of the gentle movement of the sea…
Smiling quietly and basking in the beauty of my
surroundings, I then realized how odd I must look just standing there, staring
into space. Quickly tying my hair up into a tight pony tail, I ran into the
water just as the mother of all waves came crashing onto me resulting in my
losing my footing and being thrown onto the beach like a helpless starfish. Disoriented
for a second but recovering quickly, I laughed, probably out of relief and invigoration, watching as the people around me squirmed in the mud, trying to
get up before the next wave came. Squeals of excitement filled the now warm air
as wave after wave drenched us, doing nothing but just building up our
adrenaline levels. Spluttering and coughing as a wave took us by surprise we
would struggle a little to get on our feet but always managed.
I hadn't been on the beach in years, but I had always reminisced
about it and sometimes I wondered why that happened. As I lay on my pillow that
night, devoid of all energy and excitement, I smiled when I realized why.
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