As I sat on my sister’s 7’2” fun board on Tuesday evening I didn’t feel as though I was floating, I felt like I was being held. I was cradled by something greater than myself. In the icy spring waters my heart felt warm. As I slid across the featureless surfaces on the surfboard I felt as if this moment only existed for me. In some ways, it did, as there was no one else around.
The water reflected the brilliant colors of the evening sky. It parted gently as my board and I slipped over its deeply colored surface. My pale, previously winter protected feet grasped the soft wax on the board’s deck. It had been months since my surfing feet were neoprene free. When the water touched them it tickled.
I remember many things from my childhood, but it’s rare that I re-experience the feelings from that time. This moment took me back to those golden times of blissful, unaffected joy. The long day I had melted into the happy waters and was quickly forgotten.
This session made me feel as though I was in a snow globe. It was one flawless and picturesque moment that seemed to freeze even as time passed.
I can only hope that it will be possible to shake this moment to life again one day. If not, I’ll just have to make another one.
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