A fine wine

In the calmness of it all

I don't know how much more alive I could have felt than when I was out talking with those waves today.  They were big, but not so big.  The wind was strong, but not so strong.

I had peeked out in to the open water, there was wind starting to gust, there were waves beginning to swell.  I tried to gauge my direction to anticipate when I would be returning so that I would have the wind at my back upon the return to ride the seas.  There were islands, lots of them.  I could have gone on and on, I could have continued so far that there would have been no turning back.  The winds were picking up and I could see the whitecaps forming but I went out around that one last island before the endlessness, and prepared for nature to hit me, but she didn't hit me, she caressed me, she held me close, she whispered to me you are not alone out here, there are rhythms, there are flows, there are your memories of every single time we have been together, you know me, even though you sometime try to fool yourself that you might not, you know me, but you will never know me, but you will be able to talk with me.  And so we talked.  There were the strangenesses of chop, there were the rocks emerging in the swells that I needed to keep track of, there was the wind's push upon my intentions and my thinking, yes, there, no, not there, yes, go into that lee, yes, keep going with that flow, yes, move with those waves, yes, head towards that rock cluster, yes, dead reckon beyond and you'll pass right by, it was always about yes, never about no, and then when it was time to turn, and I counted, I found myself counting, one two three and I was almost there, I continued to pull into the wind and to prepare, prepare, and counting until I was ready, until that one last crest of wave and then turn away and then I turned, in smoothness, in joy, in grace, in wonder because it is always wonder, I hope it will always be wonder, to turn upon all of that amazing dynamic and then I was racing with it all and remembering, remembering, keep the angle and ride it on, and then it got fun and before I knew it I was past the last point of land before everything tapered out and i was once again just moving on.

It was like savoring a fine wine.