Don't play with it

And so there i sat, submerged to my chin in 2-3 feet deep water, my back to the sun. I smiled to myself. The irony is that i had three epiphanies in that single moment - firstly, it was a good idea to come back into the water. It no longer felt freezing cold. Secondly, most of my grand epiphanies happen on Grand Anse beach. Thirdly, i had my decision.

The water was nice... and calm. It didn't crash against the shore, it was all smooth and gentle movements - like a caress... like a whisper against the sand...

I looked on. After frolic and moments clandestine, there isn't much one can do but sit and look on...

I acknowledged that when i finally decide to rise out of the water, i would be different. I acknowledged that every footstep left a definite footprint walking away... something visual, something tangible, something that can't be ignored.. And every tentative step towards the tree, where my clothes was, was one step closer to the person i am becoming...

Scary, but reassuring at the same time. For once, life is going in the direction it's supposed to. For once....