YESTERDAY I DROVE TO RIIS BEACH AND JUMPED INTO THE WATER. THE DAY WAS GREY, IN THE FORTIES, IT WAS DRIZZLING. MY BACK WINDSHIELD WIPER NEEDS REPLACING, IT LOOKED SO DESTITUTE ALL SPLAYED OUT ACROSS THE BACK WINDOW, AND ALSO LIKE IT WAS SWAYING.
I ARRIVED IN THE PARKING LOT OF RIIS BEACH AND TURNED OFF THE CAR. I AM TYPING IN ALL CAPS SO YOU CAN HEAR ME OVER THE OCEAN’S ROAR.
I WALKED OUT TO THE SAND, WHICH WAS IN DISARRAY AFTER LAST WEEK’S STORMS, I PRESUMED. I STRIPPED TO MY SILLY LITTLE SHORTS, PUTTING MY CLOTHES NEXT TO MY RED TOWEL THAT HAS WHITE LOBSTERS ON IT AND MY CROCS. I RAN INTO THE CHOPPY CHOPPY WATER, WADED OUT TO WAIST DEEP WATER, DUNKED. I TRIED TO STAND UP AND WAS KNOCKED DOWN BY A VIGOROUS WAVE; A WAVE LIKE A MUSCLE CAR. THE WAVES REVVED. I HAD TO JUMP THROUGH/DIP BENEATH A HANDFUL OF WAVES BEFORE IT WAS TIME TO STOMP OUT OF THE WATER. I STOMPED OUT OF THE WATER INTO THE OTHER WATER—THE TEENY DROPLETS. MY SKIN WAS RED, GOOSEBUMPED. I WAS SHIVERING AS I PUT MY SWEATSHIRT ON AND JOGGED BACK TO MY CHARIOT, TRIUMPHANT.
SOMETIMES, I GUESS, I NEED TO BE KNOCKED DOWN BY THE ANIMATE LIFE FORCE THAT LIVES IN THE WAVES. THIS ANIMATE FORCE, TUGGING, KIND OF RUDE, LIVES IN US TOO. SPLASH ON. YELL IF NECESSARY. IT’S THAT LOUD HERE.
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I love this. I could hear you screaming over the crashing of the waves and the wind