An Unsuspected Undertow

Early in the day, prior to rehearsal of my piano duo, I decided to venture off campus grounds. I was able to successfully borrow a bicycle from the tall man with the black sunglasses who had picked us up in the white van. 

I hopped on the bicycle trying my best to recall the route the yellow school bus had taken to get to the beach. The majority of the ride was downhill, at ease as the cool wind stroked all exposed areas of my skin. 

When I arrived at the beach I couldn't help but noticed a group of guys surfing. Intrigued, I dropped the bicycle and made my way towards them, keeping a safe distance, as to not intrude on their privacy. I watched as the surfers swept along the rising crests with magnificent fluidity. Eager to test out the water myself, though intimidated by the group of surfers' majesty, who positioned themselves along a majority of the open beachfront, I decided to relocate to a secluded area of the beach hidden behind large boulders. I tore off my shirt and made my way towards the water, slowly inching myself into the frigid waters. When not more then a few feet out, I emerged my entire body in the water, surprised by the salty taste that remained on my lips when I emerged for air. Though my position above water was brief as an unsuspected undertow pulled me back under. I struggled to resurface. Gasping for air, the undertow, once again, pulled me back under, this time throwing my body against some of the smaller neighboring, underwater, boulders. Frantic, by the fact that I was hidden, from the group of surfers, behind the large boulders, I tried to gain composer channeling all my energy into making my way to the shore. 

A bit shaken up by my first experience with the ocean, I chose to spend the remainder of my time at the beach on dry land. I sat on a boulder facing the now overcast sky, as the mild heat from the hidden sun calmed my nerves.