The Sea Of Life

I walk along this golden, yellow sandy beach, the sky is a beautiful deep blue and I smile as I gaze about me at the pure serenity of my surroundings. I turn, and my footsteps in the sand show my route along the shoreline, my smile broadens into a grin of pleasure as I catch my shadow playing in the footprints.

To my left the beach rises gently and gives way to rolling dunes, I catch sight of some children playing further on as their shouts of delight carry to me on the warm breeze.

To my right the beach carries its gentle slope down to the shoreline, and I note the sound the sea makes as it rolls ashore, then falls back down the sloping sand. Far out a ferry boat laden with passengers announces its arrival with a blast from its horn, seagulls circle about it as they always seem to do, hopeful of food scraps tossed by eager hands.

It is warm.

I walk into the surf just knee deep, and marvel at how accepting this new world seems to be. I can feel the ebb and flow of water as it passes, and the smell of sea air takes me deeper until I am wading, waist deep and yelping at the delight of my abandon. Then, I know I am accepted and allow myself to fall forward and into it with a glorious freedom that exhilarates and brings forth my inner child.

I swim freely and dive to the sea bed and kick up the sand until it flails around me, then crouching, push to the surface and swim back to the beach.

Giggling, dripping wet and alive.