Apparently I forgot how much I love the ocean.
I had the awesome pleasure of escaping with my mother
to Santa Cruz for the past three days.
We stayed in a cute little house
two blocks from the ocean.
About a 25 minute walk to the Boardwalk in one direction
or a 7 minute walk down the sand,
it was basically paradise.
Though my knee threw a tempter tantrum afterwards,
I relished in a 4 mile run right next to the ocean.
I ran, jealous of the locals,
who can spend time with Mother Ocean any time they please.
I envied the runners who get to spend their training runs
listening to the waves crash against the rocks.
I wished I was one of the little children jumping over the waves
or building giant sandcastles.
With my iPod turned way down low to allow me to hear the waves,
I felt very calm. Very Zen-like.
The ocean consumes me.
I only had three short days to visit her,
but I soaked in all I could.
Mom and I spent days walking by the water and exploring the city.
Day 1 was spent walking about 7 miles
around Downtown Santa Cruz, the mission, and the ocean.
Day 2 we visited the city of Capitola and spent time at the Boardwalk.
And today we spent time by the water.
As we took a long walk this morning to say goodbye,
my ears perked up to the distant sea lions
playing and sunbathing on a rock.
I stood in awe, and jealous once more,
watching a handful of surfers waiting to catch that perfect wave.
The smell of seaweed and fresh ocean air surrounded me.
I smiled, watching four dogs, all different types yet newfound friends,
playing and roughhousing in the foamy waters.
I had forgotten how much I love the ocean.
And I didn’t want to leave.
I hate leaving this love affair I have with the ocean.
This long distance relationship is awful.
They say ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder,’
and I guess that is very true in this case.
I love every minute spent by the water.
And I will continue to daydream about this distant love affair.
Until we meet again.