The Beach

I am a determined person. In spite of a predicted winter storm that was supposedly heading our way I went to the beach. I sat by the ocean, the comforting sound of the surf was calming. The sand beneath my toes was a familiar feeling that I associate with being young, full of energy, free and frivolous.
I sat there gazing at the ocean for a long time, I prayed, I cried, I pondered, I got cold. I sat under my umbrella, bundled in jackets and blankets, rain pouring down, temperatures hovering in the 30's watching the only other people brave enough or crazy enough to venture out in the weather; The surfers, in their skin tight black wet suits looking like seals having a party. They were having a great time, getting up, riding their wave, crashing down only to rise again seeking their next wave. Near freezing temps were not going to stop them from having a good time. Perhaps when I get my new lungs I'll learn to surf. They look like my kind of people.