The water is colorless. It is neither
blue nor gray nor aquamarine, and yet all those colors dance across
its surface. It is not color but light, sparkling and alive, tossed
up by the wind and lit by the sun playing in the clouds. The bow of
my kayak bounces in the waves and the salt water splashes on my face
and I dip my paddle into the sea again and lick my lips. They taste
like ocean. I strain against the wind and the water, entwined with both.
There is nothing but this endless plain of light, no sound but
the gulls reeling overhead, and I am so happy to be back on the water.
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