Is there anything better, more relaxing, more exhilarating than being immersed in warm, salty, sea water, floating with the sun on your face and a gentle breeze in the air? The salty smell, so grounding, so all consuming; so easy to free your mind and just be in the moment.
It’s when I do my best thinking. When I feel at my most free. A moment for reflection.
The movement of the water freely around my body. The twinkling of the sun’s reflection in the water. The slightly distorted vision of my hands and limbs moving through the water as I glide and float through the ripples and waves.
A shiver of excitement shakes through me; poppling through my body as I take a sharp intake of breath and slowly release any tensions held by my heart and body.
The sounds of lapping water gently flickering by, tapping against rocks, small fishing boats and my salty skin.
Foreign voices waft by in wavering volumes, I detect a muffled word or sound here and there.
Children’s laughter, the sound of little boat engines buzzing through the water. The occasional smell of coffee and sun cream. Coconuts and pineapples.
The more distant sound of cicadas. The heady scent of pine trees.
Freedom of thought, of movement. Just being. At one with nature, while it steadies my temperature, cooling my skin from the rays of the hot sun.
Afterwards, my salty skin, dry and sticky but happy and healthy from the sea salt healing.
The weightlessness of my usually heavy body and mind. A childlike innocence, transporting me back to the lost freedom and joy of youth.
I allow the water to hold me, I am at one with it. Letting it caress my skin and grasp my body. I go with it, not against it, allowing myself to reach a truly meditative state.
And in the later hours of the day, I swim in the warm strands of water, following the sun’s final hazy rays.
In the end, it is how I’d like to go. Swimming endlessly in the warm strip, submitting myself wholly to the water, carried by the swelling waves towards the sun.
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