Another day at the beach, sand between her toes, salty air on her lips. She is familiar with the ocean. Diving through the waves she feels the water enveloping her body. The feeling is exciting and she tells herself that she could somehow make it work to live in the sea.
...and then it hits. Slamming her down into the ocean floor, forcing her into sand and reef, the power of the wave gives her a dreadful feeling. She is reminded of the heaviness that comes with swimming in the waves. As she tumbles in chaos looking for light she realizes she has run out of breath. Struggling to put her feet back on the ground she bursts through the surface of the water and air rushes into her lungs. Oh the joyous feeling of life re-entering her cells!
She has been through this experience too many times, telling herself she could inhabit the ocean and learn to live in its unpredictable world but is always reminded that her lungs are not compatible with this ecosystem and her spirit cannot take the beatings. Today she walks away from the sea with a great respect for it, takes a deep breath of fresh air and is thankful.
