I sit in the fog today. Its mystic haze consumes the entire city, ocean, and everything in between. My anticipation heightens. I’m on constant alert. The horizon vanishes. Landmarks become blurs. North and south no longer exist.
My normal vision upon that line, where sky and sea usually meet, is skewed. Is there a wave approaching? Am I in a good position? I don’t know until a wall of water stands up, stares me in the face, looks at me eye to eye and says- are you ready??
I rummage through the flickering thoughts in my head. I try to answer the wave as if it literally just asked me a question. There is no time here though you see- it’s just a flash before you make the wave or it breaks in your lap.
So I go. I look at the wave- blue eyes to blue eyes, then I spin around and paddle. I don’t know what lies before me or the space in which I just left. All I can see is this space around me, about 10 feet in circumference. Quaintly present, I cruise down the line of the wave, feeling as though I am surfing amongst the salty blue, while simultaneously flying amongst the mystic clouds. A magical ride to say the least.
Afterwards, I paddle back out into the fog and wonder- Why do we try to answer the answerless, name the nameless, and time the timeless? Why do we try so hard to see as far as we can ahead and equally behind? What if instead, we chose to soar in the majestic beauty of life’s unknown mysteries. Not giving up what we are aware of, but not letting what we are aware of take away life’s magic.