The sea like silken water with its triangular-peaked hills rising in front of me, neither relaxed or in a hurry, flows at a speed I wanted to experience. I paddled frantically, and suddenly, in a breath, the sensation changed from a pulling through the water to a force pushing onto the azul cliff crest. Then there was the perfect rush down, the fall, a thunder of water behind, a liquid slicing turn along green-blue scenery, a coal-less steam-powered train ride, the only energy nature’s.
In that breath, that ride, I remember that I too am part of this flowing life, and I shout out, thankful, singing, a prayer from within. Air rushes past, nothing else can matter, my body and mind are consumed by a few seconds. A delicious sensation, even the salty taste and scent as I inhale, smiling.
Seaside, I walk up the beach in adoration of nature. My soul feels like my body felt, like a rock being momentarily launched, skimmed over something deep and alive. And at the end of the ride, at the end of the moment, I sink into that which I love so much.