i slipped up the coast twice in the last 2 weeks since returning from sweden. i have a physical need to be near the water. not just near the water IN the water. bobbing up and down in the swells. floating on my back under a darkening sky. feet touching rocks and sand. no one else around.
unfortunately, my fear of sharks keeps me mostly out of the water. but on my very last day…in the morning…when the ocean was a calm still surface.
swimming bobbing by myself. i thought it would be easier to spot a dorsal fin in smooth water rather than choppy.
i know there are sharks under the surface. big sharks. i’ve seen the warnings posted. 36 sitings since january of this year.
during my sunrise/sunset walks i could see solo swimmers (and in rough water) all the way out to the bouys about 100 yards or so out. they are my heros. fearless ocean explorers. arms propelling them through the silver blue water. i’m in awe of their strength and boldness. but for now i’m a bobber, not going out any further than 6-7 feet, staying in only 10 minutes at a time, and in the very last minute almost running out of the water certain a shark or seal is nipping on my heels.
after 3 nights by the shore i’ve run away home. back to the gleaming metropolis and my life here at moss cottage. i’ll have to recondition myself for the routine of work, even as i keep my eye on the far shore. always thinking of my next escape… even if just up the coast a bit for an exhilarating dog-paddle in the deep.