CléaI stroll down to the beach with a notepad in my beach bag. And I barely write a word.
Instead, I sink my bare feet into the warmth of the fine sand and feel my soul rejuvenate. I sit at the water’s edge studying the palette of colour before me. Dry golden sand meets its wet counterpart. Tiny white waves curl with shyness then flirt with the shore. I marvel at the kaleidoscope of clear turquoise that merges into aquas and blues and onto that line of sharp indigo at the horizon, curved, like a smile.
With the sun on my back, I take to my feet and approach the sea. My fair skin merges with the tanned sand. My form traces an outline on the clear shallow waters beneath me.
I am one with the sea.
You are one with the beach!! I’m so glad the weather is getting warmer out there so now you can finally enjoy it.
Tiny white waves curl with shyness then flirt with the shore.
Best line!
Sometimes it’s nice just to be rather than do.
As I stroll the pristine, untouched shores of Lake Erie, I am warmed by the gentle flames of the petrochemicals that waft gently from the surface of the lake onto my toes; warming them with their artificial heat.
The three-eyed fish jumps playfully on the bank, as I take my pen, grab my notepad, and run for my life…pausing to pull the discarded hypodermic needle from the soles of my feet…
Sigh…once you live next to the beach, it is hard to imagine living anywhere else…especially someplace with no annual Sausage Festival and Rock & Roll Hall of Fame…
(OK, now I have stopped sniggering at Zen’s version of the same scene…
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I know this scene and sensation well. It’s hard to put that sense of “oneness” into words, but as ususal, you’ve done a fine job.
This reminds me of William Wordsworth, and zens kinda the same but different.
The beach! Oh how I miss it. I live so far away from it now.
EM: So am I. I hope the warmer weather is here to stay.
And you’ve chosen my favourite line as well
Trée: Spot on. Living it instead of writing it.
Zen: Sheer brilliance. Right down to the three eyed fish. Loved it.
I’d have a lot of trouble living away from the ocean. I find cities that are inland a bit stifling.
Gboy: Did you visualise Blinky from the Simpsons while reading Zen’s comment? I did!
Thank you for the kind word. As a sea lover yourself, I’d imagine you’d have similar sensations.
JW: I’m not familiar with his work, but I’d take it as a compliment, thank you. As I am sure, Zen would.
Almost Loved: It’s not something one can just imagine, is it. One has to live it.
Zen is the master. You’re not too shabby yourself though.
Yeah, warmer weather is one its way to those of you living in the southern hemisphere. That must be a welcome sign. Warm sand, what a concept. I think Hawaii is calling my name again.
Egan: My shabbiness thanks you.
Funny you mention Hawaii. I’ve been dreaming of a tropical holiday lately and I thought of that Pacific region.
There is so much power at the sea that it is hard to not feel in awe of the movement and the force. And with the above line having been written, I have to admit that it is not hard for me to see you as being “one with the sea.”
My pubes are off limits! Geez.
Justin: The force is overpowering at times, and all in a good way. As for not being difficult to ‘see’ me as one with the sea, I took a photograph that sums it up perfectly, but it’s not for public viewing.
Egan: Because you wax?
beautyful as always, madame cléa
and then you can nod to the ocean, to show it your deepest respect
and instantly feel its greetings coming back, filling up every cell with tickling energy
going up and down your spine, and all your body
take this second to live
Die Muräne: Thank you for your kind words.
What you describe is beautiful. The acknowledging nod that gives you something back again and again, just like the ebb and flow of the tides. Makes me feel so alive.
Yes, I wax often because I like things to be smooth down yonder.
Egan: That’s what it’s like… down under.
Very clever play on words. I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. I still do.
Egan: Thank you kindly. And present tense noted.