Return to the sea

I’m so ready to get pummeled again by the sea. So eager to be lifted by waves, churned in their wet maw, and slammed hard against the shore. I can’t wait to move silently through underwater cracks, caverns and caves while the ocean crashes above, sending jets of bubbles below like seeking tentacles. To hold onto sturdy stalks of seaweed while my body is tossed like a rag doll by surging masses of water while big fish hang steady and eye me as a madman. And to bleed into the sea after being thrown against rocks, to watch small red streams lift from my body from flaps of pale skin, to think of sharks, and to say to hell with it and head out to deeper water. It’s a good life this living with and within the sea. Getting younger with joy and satisfaction each day I step foot into the wet.


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