Making Waves
Morning. Noon. Evening. It doesn’t matter. Seeing the waves or hearing the waves just brings me joy.
It’s almost useless for me to bring a book to the shore because I am just mesmerized by the waves as they hug kiss the shore.
One trillion different shapes, sizes, colours, and all the different locations around the entire island, they never cease to draw my attention like a bug to a light.
Add to that the sky with its billowy clouds or the sunset and the views change from minute to minute.
I am a ‘beach girl’. I grew up in St. Clair Beach, Ontario, and it gave me great happiness ,in the summer especially, to run to the end of our road, feel the sand beneath my toes there, and wade into the gentle waves.
Our family would go on holidays ‘Up North’ and it would always involve a beach cottage somewhere. We children would forget to eat if we were allowed because we could stay all day, floating on the lake or jumping off the dock into the crisply cool and clear waters there.
We all love ‘beachcombing’ for smooth, warn glass or that perfect shell or stone. Or perhaps we would be lucky enough to find an ancient arrowhead.
So Kona is a big draw for me because I just love the water. Ironically, I really don’t know how to swim but I do a mean ‘dog paddle’. And I can float really well too. Here though, at this point in my life, I really can’t manage the waves by myself because I don’t have the balance anymore. But I’m happy to sit at the shore and just breathe in the beauty.
I can’t believe how the time is just flying by here.
Soon it will be time to return to a different form of water…ha ha.
But for now….. I will not ‘wave’ good-bye just yet.
