New Territory
The warm ocean mist wraps around my body.
As I lean down to strap my leash around my ankle, I linger towards the sand.
My fingertips brush each and every single grain, anxious and nervous for what is going to happen next
As I grab my board, I turn towards the ocean and let it enclose me.
We are one
I hug myself to my board and begin to push off towards the horizon line
I paddle out as fast as my body can let me
I meet the rest of my family behind a set of waves
After exchanging a few nods and smiles, my attention is quickly directed to an incoming wave
It's size overwhelms me but I instinctively turn my back on it.
Keeping a close watch on it's increasing power and speed, I begin to paddle toward the shoreline
We are one
Suddenly, my entire world goes silent. I forget my family is behind me. I forget about teachers, homeowork, deadlines, and the fear of the unknown.
The wave lifts me up and carries my board down its side. I jump up, ride the wave, and smile.
I have found my peace.
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