I
have been at the beach; the glorious, pounding, grey and green,
swirling swell. Heaven. I have a confession, though, I cannot deny. I
am chilled by and scared of the beach. The tossing and crashing of
that chaotic beauty is slightly more than I can bear. And yet, when I
swim out, fresh and scared, I settle. I find the peace that I was
desperately searching for on the foamy shore in the cool, blue,
rolling hills. The waves are behind me, the sky is ahead. Heaven. I
love coming back, digging my bare, pale toes into the sand, down,
down,down, and then letting the incoming tide wisp more sand around
my ankles and up, up, up. The water goes to my waist. Laughing, my
head goes back as the next wave splashes into the clouds above me.
Euphoria bubbles out in an expressive expanse and flail of the arms;
in the shake of my head as I blink the salt out of my eyes; in the
uncontrollable giggle that escapes- loud and full- into the air.
Heaven. Heaven, heaven. Beauty and freedom surround me and soon,
become me. Beauty. Freedom.
2 comments:
Imogen, this is so beautiful!! You have a real writing gift, all of your posts are amazing!!
oh, I love it.
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