The Sea Calls

We couldn't wait to get out to sea in the kayak this afternoon. I sat at the front and after a while the waves took on a different reality.

I wasn't looking at the sea, I was staring into colour and motion. Mark kept mentioning that we should head back and I kept saying "yeah in a minute, just a bit further".

Then I suddenly thought, ok let's go back. We turned the kayak around and I realised we were so far out!  

No problem, a nice paddle back. Not so easy as the waves casually shifted us sideways, no problem, I thought we'll just paddle stronger, no daydreaming, a bit of focus. 

I knew we'd be ok but my goodness the sea can make you feel like the grain of sand you really are!

I don't think Mark and Spike were even mildly aware of my private panic, apart from when I ordered them to stop bloody singing as it was distracting me. "Sorry, I thought we were having fun" said Mark.

Oh dear, I'm a fun killer...

Anyway, all good, back to the shallows in time for a swim. Pretty perfect evening finished off with Mark hosting his ukulele class from our front room.

Can't stop thinking about that sea today though, and how it draws you out with the promise of freedom and peace, and how you feel so loved out there, maybe too loved, I mean it didn't make it easy for us to leave, lifting us forward, then pulling us back.

Tiny me, on the surface. Below, a giant turns in its sleep.