Epistle from an Undisclosed Vacation

Apr 19 2010 Published by under Narcissistic self-involvement

I never thought it would happen, but here we are. I can smell the ocean, hear the wind in the coconut palms. My arms are leaden from swimming, my shoulders reddened by the sun.
A little while ago, I was body surfing. When you catch a wave---really catch it---you are weightless, and it is magnificent. But even the missed waves have their surprises. A large breaker sneaked up behind me, brown with sand, capped with white, and tried to take me. It could have---if the ocean wants someone, it will take them. But it didn't, and after it passed, it left a pool of calm. Out of this pool leaped dozens of small slips of gold, making a snapping sound as they broke the water. The sounds of the wave and the fish covered everything else, and suddenly I felt them---innumerable pops on my legs and trunk as the shoal passed.
I think I'm going to like it here.

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