Joy Ride

Swept away with a current of childhood joy, I returned to my city of birth. The sea that at times gently strokes her shores and at other times buffets her sands, beckoned to me with memories of youth. I immersed by body into the ocean’s constantly moving water. I dipped my hands into her undulating sides, as I pulled myself through her crashing waves. Propelled by more than her surf, I remembered days gone by playing in the white fringe of her blue-green skirts.