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Here I find my peace of mind...
Mar. 27th, 2009 03:57 amOne thing Aya was certain she never would have learned if she'd stayed in New York was that she loved surfing. She didn't get to do as much of it now as she used to, mainly snatched lessons with Ben...but she loved it. So, after weeks of building stress and unresolved tension she decided to go MIA for a night.
Well, not really MIA. She left a note on her door that said 'Surfing' in case the precinct needed her. Her phone was in the backpack of dry clothes she brought with her, so, technically, she wasn't shirking her duties. She was just...ignoring them for a while.
It was a beautifully brilliant full moon tonight, and she loved how it painted the water in shadowed blues. Sure, the private cove was breathtaking by day, but at night it was simply enchanting. It was deserted, peaceful, and quiet. Exactly what she needed...
She took the time to build a driftwood fire on the shore; a reference point in case she got disoriented in the waves. If she was lucky, there'd be a few edible fish in one of the tide pools to roast later...she had the feeling she'd be out all night. For now though, the heavy strokes it took to get her and her board out past the initial swells pulled deliciously through her shoulders. It helped work more tension out in moments than she'd managed in weeks.
There was saltwater and laughter, spraying droplets as she dragged her fingers through swells just to watch the silver gilded moonbeams. There was, if however briefly...peace. An utter bliss in the moment. The moments often ended in a wipe out, but that was alright, this cove had a safe, sandy bottom, and she knew it like the back of her hand.
She had time. She could keep grasping at the moments.
Aya didn't stop until her legs were shaking. That was the sign to drag herself and her board back to the beach fire and rest for a while. Just a little while, staring up at the stars trying to find the energy to go back out. Or catch fish. Either or...
Well, not really MIA. She left a note on her door that said 'Surfing' in case the precinct needed her. Her phone was in the backpack of dry clothes she brought with her, so, technically, she wasn't shirking her duties. She was just...ignoring them for a while.
It was a beautifully brilliant full moon tonight, and she loved how it painted the water in shadowed blues. Sure, the private cove was breathtaking by day, but at night it was simply enchanting. It was deserted, peaceful, and quiet. Exactly what she needed...
She took the time to build a driftwood fire on the shore; a reference point in case she got disoriented in the waves. If she was lucky, there'd be a few edible fish in one of the tide pools to roast later...she had the feeling she'd be out all night. For now though, the heavy strokes it took to get her and her board out past the initial swells pulled deliciously through her shoulders. It helped work more tension out in moments than she'd managed in weeks.
There was saltwater and laughter, spraying droplets as she dragged her fingers through swells just to watch the silver gilded moonbeams. There was, if however briefly...peace. An utter bliss in the moment. The moments often ended in a wipe out, but that was alright, this cove had a safe, sandy bottom, and she knew it like the back of her hand.
She had time. She could keep grasping at the moments.
Aya didn't stop until her legs were shaking. That was the sign to drag herself and her board back to the beach fire and rest for a while. Just a little while, staring up at the stars trying to find the energy to go back out. Or catch fish. Either or...
