Scribbles

In the late afternoon, I felt my concentration dropping and my will to be productive dwindle to the point where I decided to take a second walk.  I began by going a block south and as I glanced westwards, the backdrop of the ocean against the gorgeous summer day suddenly came into focus.  It didn’t take me by surprise that I could see it from there, since it wasn’t the first time, but an ambitious thought dawned on me.  Can I simply… walk there, right to the beach?  Why not?

A new path emerged clearly in my mind and I took note of each passing street as I traversed it.  41, 42, … and within a few minutes, I counted nine blocks.  And inhaled the view.  I could taste the sea as I swallowed the fresh wind blowing through my face, each strand of my hair, my clothes, my limbs, my entire self.  But it reached deep down inside, past my physical matter right into the essence of my being.

The sun loomed not too distant from the ocean horizon where I gawked at it from a high cliff of beach sand.  I could see people walking below on the beach with their dogs or by themselves as if it were nothing special to be able to just walk out the door and be in the presence of nature’s splendor.  But at that very moment, I could feel nothing but appreciation and wonder.  Then I realized that I am now among them.

I was walking on water.