The Uphill Slide

There is always something.



My tongue lapped the salt from my lips. My skin tightened like curing meat as salt water dried. My nose drained as from a Neti pot-full. Tonic for the body. The first wet chill that quickly warmed to body temperature. Squeezing sand between and under my toes as I walked farther into the waves jumping as the water rolled over me. Wondering ominously if anyone would notice me go under or it would only be my empty brightly colored beach towel that would tell of my absence. The most evocative movie. Open Water. Illogically terrifying and soothing.

The melody of waves or falling water so mesmerizing that one day you may find me bonded with water. Music of the soul.

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