Weekly Writing Challenge: Relaxation
On the sandy shores of Lake Huron I see the sun setting over Michigan. It is late July and the wind is calm. I have a towel at my side and a bathing suit on.
Previously I had made my excuses. My group had settled into the cottage where we would be staying for several nights. My friends prepared for a long night of food, alcohol, and song.
I was stealing a moment for myself.
This is the moment I told myself. The moment where I can be alone. A moment to reflect, listen, and be calm.
I drop my towel and take off my shirt. I place the items on the sand below my feet. I enter the water. Warm. I dive in and start to swim out away from the shore. After several minutes I stop. I look around; nothing.
I lay on my back and float as my eyes are fixated on the sky above. The waves were gentle. I slowly rock back and forth as if I’m being cradled. With each wave my body gets closer to the shore.
I did not fight the waves. They would eventually take me back. The moment I stole was fleeting; I accepted that.
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