Near the Gulf of Mexico...

I went to the beach... no, not langkawi, not trengganu or anywhere near penang...no, actually it was florida. There are many fascinations to this escapade. It is not as wild, as releasing an idea. But you know when you are let from a hole, anything seems nice. Any air to one about to suffocate is oxygen to the dead. That is how it felt when I left. And the sky was weeping with me, tears of joy! So, one of the trills was driving there. I must say I enjoyed driving. It was scary in the night when it rained. The trucks were an overwhelming force, not on one side but two! Coming at you on the flanks, like Ferdinand and Vidic, only with more legs. Admittedly, I was intimidated to the core. The next time I was at the wheel, I resolve to ignore their scare bullying tactics. But I wasn't about to risk being taken down by a whipping so mostly I like them speed ahead of me. Once I felt more confident, I began Ronaldo-ing... and then I was on the way to Florida! Honestly, I wish I had more time on the wheel.
I wasn't too impress with Florida. The place we landed in though was quiet. I think that quite made the trip. But once you step into the sand, smell the salt and just push your eyes to the horizon, squint it against the reflection of the sun on the waters, then you forget time, you forget boundaries, you forget problems. At that moment, it is all about that moment. Playing in the foamy waves was fun. Crashing into them was even better. The water was deep so nobody had to go too far out. I must say the thoughts of shark attack still scares me deep down. I enjoyed sitting in the sand, burying myself underneath. It was like a blanket. Tucked inside with all the trapped thermal energy, I would dry in minutes. The sunshine makes one feel closer to heaven, to gold, to glory. The ray was electrifying after days without the glow. The immensity did not seem overwhelming.
One late morning, I was traversing the outskirts and of the ocean, on my journey I saw people picking shells, just being lazy (that is the objective), fishing, swimming, running, etc; as I took note of my surroundings, I began to think of what really was the beach to people. I mean of course there were all these activities and other water sports: jet skiing, kayaking, sailing, boating, snorkeling, surfing, etc... Why and how do people appreciate the beach?
It is truely amazing that beach holds so many fascination. Just standing in the shallow waters, as I felt the jagged ways hit onto shore and retreat in foam, the sensation of shells being dragged by the current back into the ocean. When I stooped down and wondered my hand feeling their broken pieces, unshapely pieces and once in a while feeling something still perfect. I mean it is wonderful that are small pleasures in life we don't always dwell on. Maybe that afternoon as I stood there preoccupied with the sea shells, maybe I could have done more with that time but there are things God creates so attractive that I wondered at that moment of my Creator. It would be hard to go to the beach and frolick in the sand without stopping to breathe the air and just taking a private moment the smell of the wind. So it would be hard not to take a moment off and replenish the soul, to replenish faith in seeing small, very small things wield so much power.