I am a sea person. I love feeling that breeze on the beach and the sand in my shoes. I love how the waves look as they roll off the rocks and that tingly feeling I get entering the water. Most of all, however, I love the view of the transparent infinite blue and palette of colors swimming around the coral reef.
I chose to portray this view because of a moment in my life that changed me forever. I had been to the sea every summer of my life, I had dipped my toes in the ocean, but none of that compared to the moment I first dove into the Red Sea. It is one of those moments that when it happens, you know that it is an experience that you will have such a vivid memory of, that every time you close your eyes and think about that instant, you will be able to smell, touch, taste, hear and see it. You are taken back to that initial rush, taken back in time.
As I close my eyes and think about transparency, this one moment in time takes over me. I can feel the rush of warm salty water envelop me, tickling my tender sun burnt lips, compelling me to gaze into the crystal clear blue water on oneside and the submerged, compelling beauty of the underwater kingdom on the other. I am blown away as I open my eyes and take in every mental picture. Quick, before I run out of air. I’ll dive right back in again, but this time, this memory, the first one will never fade. So I let it all in, I even part my lips to let the water in so I remember how this moment tasted. I kick faster to let the water leave a mark in my memory of how light and uncomplicated it feels as it caresses my sun kissed skin. I look towards the reef, grasp every view, every yellow line on the back of that trigger-fish, and those beautiful big parrot fish down there with their glorious rainbow of colors, those giant clams so peaceful in this rush hour, and that playful flock of tiny orange fish nibbling the coral. I have to get closer, I want to touch them. And then there is the feeling, that pressure in my lungs reminding I’m not a mermaid, I had forgotten. It will go away, I think, but it doesn’t, it gets stronger, and Iknow I have to surface. So I race to let every color mark my brain.Then it’s over, I’m gasping for air, I can hear the water crashing into the rocks from where I dove in, and the reality that I am expected for breakfast, and of course soaking wet and late. I take another look down, let that secret world tease me another moment, before I climb out, taking my clandestine adventure with me like a passionate lover. Until we meet again.
I chose to portray this view because of a moment in my life that changed me forever. I had been to the sea every summer of my life, I had dipped my toes in the ocean, but none of that compared to the moment I first dove into the Red Sea. It is one of those moments that when it happens, you know that it is an experience that you will have such a vivid memory of, that every time you close your eyes and think about that instant, you will be able to smell, touch, taste, hear and see it. You are taken back to that initial rush, taken back in time.
As I close my eyes and think about transparency, this one moment in time takes over me. I can feel the rush of warm salty water envelop me, tickling my tender sun burnt lips, compelling me to gaze into the crystal clear blue water on oneside and the submerged, compelling beauty of the underwater kingdom on the other. I am blown away as I open my eyes and take in every mental picture. Quick, before I run out of air. I’ll dive right back in again, but this time, this memory, the first one will never fade. So I let it all in, I even part my lips to let the water in so I remember how this moment tasted. I kick faster to let the water leave a mark in my memory of how light and uncomplicated it feels as it caresses my sun kissed skin. I look towards the reef, grasp every view, every yellow line on the back of that trigger-fish, and those beautiful big parrot fish down there with their glorious rainbow of colors, those giant clams so peaceful in this rush hour, and that playful flock of tiny orange fish nibbling the coral. I have to get closer, I want to touch them. And then there is the feeling, that pressure in my lungs reminding I’m not a mermaid, I had forgotten. It will go away, I think, but it doesn’t, it gets stronger, and Iknow I have to surface. So I race to let every color mark my brain.Then it’s over, I’m gasping for air, I can hear the water crashing into the rocks from where I dove in, and the reality that I am expected for breakfast, and of course soaking wet and late. I take another look down, let that secret world tease me another moment, before I climb out, taking my clandestine adventure with me like a passionate lover. Until we meet again.