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The Sea Breeze
I breathe in deeply
my lungs fill
with the scent
of thick, salty, ocean air.
Hot sunlight
warms my body,
like a warm blanket,
while the cool breeze of the ocean
does the opposite.
I felt the soft, smooth sand
beneath my legs,
I couldn’t do anything
but remain where I was,
feeling as peaceful
as a warm spring morning.
I stared at the sea,
the light blue waves crashing together
as bold as a courageous lion
as they collided and then seemed
to glide up the wet, sandy, shore.
I watched silently and peacefully
as brave surfers rode
the massive, crashing waves,
I stood up
still calm, but now
with a mix of excitement.
My excitement grew
as I grabbed my bodyboard
then started sprinting
towards the waves.
I now was as excited
as a newborn animal
opening its eyes
for the first time
and seeing the world around it.
The waves were an eagle
soaring up the shore.
The rocks stood firmly
not moving an inch
as the waves flew past them.
I slowed down to a walk
as my toes touched the cool water.
I felt as if I would die
if I wasn’t there right then.
With my bodyboard
still being gripped tightly
by my hands,
I stepped further and further
into the cool, salty water.
At last, I was far enough out
for the waves to crash
in the perfect spot.
So then I could ride them
back to shore.
I stared intensely as a wave came
gliding toward me.
It’s perfect, I thought, full of
nothing but confidence.
As it grew nearer,
and nearer
I got myself ready
to jump at the perfect moment.
Crash!
The roaring waves crashed,
rushing towards me,
the water as white as snow.
I had jumped at the perfect moment,
as the gliding, roaring waves
carried me further
and further down shore.
Until I finally stopped
on the wet, rough,
and bumpy sand.
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