The Big Blue

She loves the ocean, every time she visits it she has a "wave" of different feelings that wash over her. The first of them being peace. There is something so calming about the ocean…’maybe it is all the blue’ she thinks. There is a soft wind that sweeps through her hair as she sighs and takes it all in. When was the last time she just enjoyed being present in the moment? She couldn’t recall. She walks over to the edge of the residing waves and lets every retreating wave sink her feet further into the sand. She knows the difference between being in the middle of the ocean and at the edge of it. The edge felt safer, the middle of the ocean was wilder. She wondered what made the ocean so wild and yet so peaceful. The ocean was so free…there was no one on the planet who could contain it or restrain it. Maybe the ocean knew its own power and that is why it was free. She realised, in that moment, that she wanted to be the ocean.

This would be one of my attempts at writing a small story. Someone said it sounded like Moana of the Disney Movie. I hadn't seen that movie at that point. But I watched it and loved it. Found myself in yet another Disney character.