The Other Side

The water here was different. Soft, not pointy. A velvet texture caressing her legs and wrapping around her sunkissed shoulders. Kind water. Playful still but with sneaky drawn out undertones. 

She waded out further. Half swimming, half bouncing between pockets of seaweed surrounded rocks. Tunnel visioned on the sole purpose of discovering the backside of the miniature island she’s been eyeing all morning. 

She wanted to experience that side of the sea. What do the waves get to thrust up against when they disperse to ocean spray. 

Further out she floated.  Alternating between fluttering her endless legs on her back and daintily paddling on her front. 

The red strings around her waist and bust shifted as the ocean cradled her, rocking her further and further out. 

Edging into the beyond, she finally found the other half. Steep, rocky, wonderful. Part of her longed to climb up the cliff only to dive off. There she stayed, in momentary suspension. Trying to find some profound symbolism from this swim about but nothing came to mind. Nothing immediately obvious at least. 

Slowly she drifted back towards the shore. Letting the tide do most of the work, she took it upon herself to enjoy the ride. The natural ups and downs. The pockets of cool then warm then cool again. Capturing the clinks of waves by her ears - it was almost a melody of handbells. Tinks and clinks, the ocean sang her home. 

Sand retuning to her foundation she slowly wandered back to her resting place under this new spring sun.