A light breeze comes forth.

The white foam and the bright kite

Flying high above

 

Soaring like a soul going towards heaven.

Kite flyer on the beach

Surfer in the deep sapphire blue ocean

riding on the exciting huge powerful wave.

Swimming successfully against the rough rip currents that want to drag me to the right.

Fighting the pound, pound, pounding of the waves unless I dive under,

boogie board strapped to my right wrist, floating behind as not to go asunder.

 

I reach the sandbar,

where my feet can touch once more,

Feeling safe and secure.

 

Watching the timing and height of each wave of azure and sea foam green on the horizon.

Only going for the ones that promise to powerfully push me forward with the forging feel of a

forward moving roller coaster ride.

 

I miss a few waves.

I am either too forward,

or I am behind.

 

Then it happens. I'm at just the picture-perfect spot at just the right time,

Flying forward leaving the sandbar behind,

yelling “Cowabunga!” with delight and satisfaction

So happy the force has so much swift action.

 

After the ecstasy of those monumental moments in time, I find myself in the bliss of those

relaxing small rolling waves, pushing gently, pushing gently to where I will beach in the sand,

basking in the bright sunlight.

A God made exhilaration, followed by a lingering lazy gentle drift. Drifting, drifting, drifting

slowing to the right.

 

I procrastinate,

Then get off the boogie board,

Smiling with delight.

 

I decide to make a sandcastle.

Moulding globs of sand into big boulders.

Circles of boulders with the drip, drip, drip of wet brown sand in the middle.

Building a tower of dripping sand,

soothing to my sight and hand.

My husband builds the moat, and we watch the sunset.

Pink, gold, purple luminous clouds turn into night

I have no sunburn or regret in sight.