O To Be Amphibious

Yesterday I got rolled; by a giant wave and several of its' siblings.  I have the bruises to show it too.  I spend so much time in the water that I can barely walk when I get out and so the waves have their way with me.  I had over a cup of sand in my bathing suit and I still have sand coming out of my ears.

I love the water.  The salt stings stings my eyes like crazy, but I cannot help but open them underwater. It is green, so green and tinged ochre with the swirling sand.  Occasionally I find sea lettuce or red weed; sometimes having been startled by its' brushing up against me.  Unlike being on land, however, when this happens, I laugh.  I laugh when the waves lift me to their peaks and drop me down their backs, three, four sometimes a six foot drop into the waiting water below.  I laugh when the breakers tumble and roll me into the rough sand and pebbles.  I laugh when I dive through the huge breaking wave as it bubbles over my feet and call it nature's Jacuzzi.  I laugh all the time in the water.

I sound rather mad out there, but other people seem to get in on the humor. They too, smile and laugh as the surf rolls them, drenches them, and generally teaches them to play again.

By the time I stumble to my towel on the sand to dry off and regain my strength, I am totally relaxed, sandy as a half eaten lollipop dropped on the beach, but relaxed and happy.

There is nothing like water.  Underwater it is quiet and colorful.  The sunbeams stream through the depths and fill me with calm and hope.  I swim underwater so as to keep the stillness intact and to feel the ether flowing all around me. Were I amphibious, I might stay under for hours.