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 The other day, I took my camera (and myself) out to the ocean. It was much, much cooler than I thought. I zipped up my jacket, noting that the clouds were rolling in and the wind was picking up. After a brief moment of deciding whether to take my shoes off or not, I decided to leave them on, saving my feet from the cold. I treaded along the sand slowly, battling the wind. At last, I reached the water. I watched as a lady walked her two dogs along the water, smiling as the dogs left pawprints in the sand. I watched an elderly couple hold onto each other, as the wind tried to sweep them away; they held each other even more as the time passed. I watched as a father and son tried to fish; the little boy ran away every time the waves came. Then there was me, a girl with a camera slung over her shoulder, alone with the ocean. I carefully made my way along the shoreline, crunching on shattered shells and walking around a dead seagull, sadly admiring at how beautiful and delicate it looked as it lay there. I always think the ocean knows when I'm around. Maybe everyone feels this way. As I made my presence known, the waves crashed harder; the water was trying to envelope me in. I walked inland a little bit more, but ever persistent, the ocean continued to try and pull me in. Finally, the water rushed up and kissed my feet and shivered in delight as I let my feet kiss the ocean back. The ocean here feels angrier, rougher, darker. I've met the ocean out West, and it feels a little calmer, a little more laid back, a little more friendly. I've met the ocean down South, and it's softer, lighter and happier. But out of all of them, my favorite is still the one here. It has a certain character that I can't quite describe, but it has character. I have a soft spot for it, no matter how furious it can be. Maybe because it knows when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm happy. Maybe because it knows how to hug me, how to take away my sadness, how to alleviate my pain. The sky began to darken, so I started to head back. I paused briefly and stood there, looking out. I closed my eyes and let the sounds surround me one last time. I wanted to wave goodbye, like I do with friends when we part. But instead, I walked up to the water and let it hold my hand. It slowly receded in sadness. "I'll be back," I whispered. |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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