There was that winter a couple years back when I ran from the sandy beach to the waters edge and dove head first into a rock. That rock …. Most of the year at that beach there are no rocks in the water along the shoreline. The sand comes and goes with the tides and storms, and who would think that a big rock would be there when normally it is not. I will never forget that split second of time. I was feeling like I felt the other day, all blissy, same beautiful colors in the water. I ran from my towel to the edge of the sea and dove in. My eyes were open under the water. It all happened so fast that even though I saw the rock as I hit it with my face, It was too late. Bang, loud noise, shock. I remember feeling surprise way more than pain, it was so sudden. Everything changed. I got up and felt my face, blood dripping all over, a burning sensation. I cursed aloud, fuck shit damb. I I was mostly upset because I really wanted to just stay on the beach and enjoy this day, everything was just so perfect that day for beaching, and fuck damb shit, now I have to go clean my face and find out what the damages are. I grabbed my stuff and stormed off.
Every year since then that rock gets exposed by the waves taking the sand away. I get kind of excited when I see it, I say hello to it, and say a little thank you to it for leaving me with just a subtle scar over my lip instead of mashing my face into a pulp. Now when I go to dive into any body of water, that memory always flashes though my mind before I dlve. Caution, does it take away from the pure bliss of just running from the sand into the cold water, yes, a little bit, but I still do it, just with a little less abandonment than before and its all because of that rock.