Fear can eat you up as waves wash over bobbing heads,
Only light from high power torches light the way,
But the water is a dark and murky soup
That churns beneath the ferry boats.
The rays of light will soon come up
And dance across the water’s edge
In pinks and purple hues that make for pretty photo calls.
But still the panic builds within the swimmer’s head
As land dissolves and doesn’t reappear.
I’ve always been fascinated by the water and sea and I have quite a special relationship with it given that I’ve been lucky enough to swim across the English Channel three times.
More than anything in the world, I would love to either row across the Atlantic or sail around the world. Although I know that both can be extremely dangerous. There’s always that worry that I may never come back.
And I think that’s what holds my fascination with the sea. It has this gentle beauty at sunrise when the water is flat and the swimming is easy. But when the wind kicks up it can snatch life away in the blink of an eye.
I’m missing the sea at the moment. The power of the waves crashing on the shore and the wonder of looking out to the horizon and trying to imagine where it may end. It’s not surprising that people in the past thought the Earth was flat.
I think that most of all I miss that feeling of taking a risk. We’ve all been cooped up and I haven’t felt that buzz when you’re bobbing in the middle of the sea and you can’t see land in either direction. It’s quite thrilling…..and I want it back.
10 thoughts on “vitamin sea”
Wow three times that’s awesome! And I like your play on words in the title – that’s fun.
It is pretty cool. It earns me man points down the pub!
Wow, I didn’t know you’ve swum the English Channel three times. That’s exciting!
Yep, I didn’t learn my lesson after the first swim!
Never much of a swimmer, yet I can get with what you’re saying.
I love the sea…which is as well since I live beside it… but I love it most not in its calm moods, but when it’s thrashing and threatening to over-boil and come ashore.
The sound of gentle waves on the shore is one of my favourites in life. I just feel all of my stresses diffuse
Yea. And how easy to keep walking, walking, never realising how far
lol. Well one of the first things I learned about creative writing in school was steal one or two things you like from every piece you read. I remember Mark Twain, I think, saying something like this: I’m sorry from those I steal from; I’ve stolen so much I’m not even sure where from anymore.