my dear ocean

5/14

I am currently at Signal Hill absorbing the sun and enjoying a perfectly beach-like breeze. Earlier I was at Seal Beach, since officials opened Long Beach shores for activity. We're not allowed to set up there, only run/walk/swim/surf. But I did see several people laying on their towels. They may be unaware, or I guess they could not care. Parking was limited to 1 hr, but I took my time.

It was romantic at the ocean today. While it's clear and bright, the wind whipped the waves and my hair around as I strolled along the water. The color was glassy and saturated, even clear. Gazing at the layers of blue and green, I began to cry in gratitude. I tripped along the edges, completely drunk in beauty. My feet noted the difference of sand, and how the water gradually felt warm - the initial shock of cold always wears off to a pleasant embrace. Further away from the pier, I found sand as soft as cookie dough, and a few small but intact seashells. There were wind surfers - probably about 10 of them, performing in the powerful wind. I had no idea they stayed adrift in the air so long, I'd be afraid to fly away. I watched one surfer dip, then his sail crash down, and was surprised by how quickly it caught a new current and lifted into the air again. 

Meanwhile, I was improvising singing to myself, out loud yet muffled by the wind and my mask, so I didn't feel too conscious of others hearing me. It wouldn't have mattered anyways. Most of the songs were about W, but then I told myself to find new subject matter, so I sang a love song to the ocean:

my dear ocean

please marry me

you're so strong and open

I won't mind diving

we aren't so different

salt, water, and the moon

make me your siren

I'll sing blue tunes

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