Finally, after an extremely long wait, we’ve
arrived. Car ride after car ride. Minute after minute. Endless hour
after endless hour Crash! The sapphire blue waves crash against the
golden brown, grainy sand. The same sand that is slipping, sliding,
slithering through my flip-flops, burning at every touch.
Finally, after waiting, packing, walking, more waiting, some unpacking,
and more walking, we have reached our desired destination. But even
though we’re here, I’m not completely free. There is still more standing
and waiting to be done. I’m ready to jump into the blue water. The
sapphire blue waves crashing against the golden brown, grainy sand. The
water screams, “Come here! Now!”, and I have to fight the urge to run
down and jump into the water. I have to stay and unpack our bags. I’m
stuck, unable to move, like a butterfly with wet wings. Then finally,
when all the bags are emptied, I’m free.
Walking down, my feet are already layered in sand. Dodging sharp shells.
Jumping over dried clumps of seaweed. Incongruous obstacles in the way
of the nonchalant water. Standing in the damp brown sand. Patiently
waiting for the water to come gushing back. One, two, three. The water
comes rushing back, surrounding my tan feet.
Cold then warm, then warmer. Slowly, carefully, I wade into the water,
in and out, in and out. The water singing its mellifluous song. The
crash of the waves smacking the wet sand in perfect accord. It’s a game
of tag between the water and the sand, played endlessly.
Back and forth. In and out. The water, spiralling and sparkling, rushing
back towards me. It’s like the water is challenging me to a game—I
accept. I walk into the water, deeper and deeper, until it’s up to my
stomach. One, two, three, go! It’s a race between each wave. Ready, set,
go! Each wave starts, rolls, and crashes against the sand. I take a deep
breath of the salty air. The air is a mixture of different kinds of
sunscreen, food and the salty waters.
The waves crash, roll, turn. My cousins, two boys next to me in matching
water shirts, ride their boogie-boards. I race into the water to join
them. We stay afloat on our boogie-boards and wait. We ride over the
waves, gliding right with them. Waiting, but the good kind. Not the kind
of waiting where you’re stuck. Where you are helpless in the situation,
unable to do anything. This kind of waiting is good. The kind of waiting
where you’re excited, where you know what’s coming, and you’re excited
for the outcome.
I take another deep breath of the sunscreen and salt water. Finally, the
waiting is over. Rolling, turning, churning, I find a blue wave in the
distance. I smile, the wave is imminent. I watch the wave roll closer
and closer. Finally, it’s close enough. I push off the brown sand and
start kicking. My cousins, pushing off right after me, notice what I am
doing. Kicking, squirming, I try to get out fast enough. The wave is
right behind me, chasing me. Finally, I feel the wave tickle my toes,
and I stop kicking. I float, and the wave takes over. I ride on top of
the wave. The sapphire blue wave pushes me forward, until I’m stuck in
“One more!” I call. Although we’ve reached the end, it feels amiss. It
feels like the middle, not quite the beginning, not quite the end. The
zenith. It feels like a marathon, and you still have another lap to run.
Like a basketball game, and you still have another quarter to play.
Finally we’ve arrived. After an extremely long wait, we have arrived.
Car ride after car ride. Minute after minute. Endless hour after endless
hour. Finally, we’ve arrived, and it was worth the wait.