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Do the Waves Remember You?
The illusive feeling of the cold brushes against my hand
A lingering feeling, one with a heart
The wave traveled with me as my body drifted deeper and deeper, and the feeling remains.
This thrilling Deja Vu is a feeling to some that stays unknown
Another wave, another brush
The ocean hugs my legs and softly hums against my fingers
My own friend, I tell myself
The board supports my weight as I feel my body move up and down against the water
An unspoken bond forms between the board, the water, and I feel my body rise
A larger force meets me halfway
Within seconds, everything merges into one, silence
The wave crashes on top of me, and I lie on my board looking up
Sunbeams and clouds find my line of sight and I sink, relaxed
Another wave approaches and I repeat the process
The creatures of the sea and the fish in their homes look up at me as if I am a friend, I remind myself
That friends are just memories and within memories lie nothing
Who am I to not remember the Ocean?
Why do I ignore something that holds me close when I visit, something that offers me joy?
Who am I to deprive the ocean of a friend, more so, a memory of mine?
If I ask you something, will you answer?
I want to know: do the waves remember you?
ByAnsleyGarvin