The soothing sound of waves crashing the shore surround me as the sea breeze keeps me dry. I should be sweating like a lover in this heat, but all I’m thinking about is the first taste of salt water that will kiss my lips soon. I can feel the perspiration beginning to form along my forehead as the sun roasts me like a Bic, but I’ve got all day and a life to kill.
I might as well get started
The water always feels frigid right as my feet fully submerge themselves into the suds along the shore. As I keep walking in, I begin to feel the chills shooting through my legs and up my spine right as the water begins applying the ice to my nuts. Yet, there is something so therapeutic in that moment when I stand still, hesitating, before launching my whole body into the wet unknown. Once I make the decision to disturb the rippling peace, I still close my eyes and hold my nose closed like a child before I roll myself into the water head first. Continue reading “Chasing Myths”