Sand Pebbles Always Make A Zuma Summer It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. I find that my imagination wanders off on its own and takes trips to the ocean without me so I figured my body had some catching up to do. With a snap of my fingers and a short ride through the canyon I found myself at my childhood playground, Zuma Beach. Without hesitation I laid my towel down upon the tiny grains and chips of rocks that the oceans might has turned into sand over the years. I took a moment to put my life on hold and gaze at what nature had to offer to me. I reflected upon all of the other places I could have been instead of standing with my toes curling in the warm sandy beach and smiled in appreciation of my situation.
It was perfect weather out for a day at the beach. The clear sky didn’t have a single cloud to block the rays of the radiant sun. I could sense the feeling of ultra relaxation from the outstretched deep blue canopy above and the penetrating warmth that emanated from the sky and wrapped around my skin like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Every once in a while a cool breeze would pass by and ease away the sun’s intense heat bath for brief moment. I could feel grains of sand gently brush over the top of my feet with each gust of wind. The crisp ocean wind flowed through my nasal cavity and stung the inside of my nose.
My lungs quivered in surprise at how light and fresh the air was since it was not drudging ly thick with smog or other pollutants. As the salty smell of the water hit my nose, I thought about all the time I had spent waiting in anticipation to get that first refreshing whiff of ocean air that confirmed arrival and signaled the beginning of another exceptional beach experience. I closed my eyes for a second to take in what I could observe through my auditory senses. The laughter of children and families enjoying the summer day brought a smile to my face as they smoothed the walls of their sand fortresses and played football in the sand. I could hear the ball churn through the air as the laces spun rhythmically from the spiral that left one hand and landed with a quiet thud as it found its way to the intended receiver. The dampened sounds of feet digging into sand were all around me from other visitors coming to plot their spot of temporary beach front residence for the afternoon.
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I could smell the grill at the snack shack cranking out burgers and grilled cheese sandwiches to customers that were patiently chatting while waiting in line. I thought about the obnoxious sign on the roof of the snack shack that read “FOOD” in bright red letters just in case a skydiver got hungry and needed to know where to land. I listened closer and realized to make itself stand out even more, the snack shack was also serving music out of its loudspeakers to all the beach goers. The awful screeching sounds of guitar and horrific screaming that sounded like some form of animal torture was being blasted to the masses whether we liked it or not. The thought that little children were being forced to listen to this blood thirsty melee began to make me uncomfortable, but I was interrupted by the thunderous sound of water crashing into itself from above.
I opened my eyes and saw a wall of liquid rapidly churning together in all different directions. As this fluid mountain of water approached me it swelled bigger and bigger and then decided to calm down and slowly flattened out into a slow rolling sea of foam. All was still for a moment but then movement started again and I was in the midst of seeing another wave form. The sea of foam slowed down to a crawl and started to flow backwards. The water began to swirl in a wavy motion picking up speed in the opposite direction that it had just come from.
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A distance away out in the ocean I could see the water level begin to rise. The flat lake of water in front of me had now turned into a Jacuzzi, flowing and picking up speed towards the elevating ocean that by now had started to take the form of a wall. I could see the liquid in front of me defying gravity and watched it climb up the wall adding to the top, making it taller and taller. The wave gathered like the fist of a boxer drawing his hand back preparing for a powerful strike.
Suddenly there was no more top for the flowing river of water to go to and everything came crashing down in a moment that took an eternity to build. The top of the wave curled and began to crumble down the wall creating jagged splashes of whitewater. The whitewater picked up speed as it tumbled down the face of the wave and after following in its uncle’s footsteps, there was nothing but a calm sea of foam that came to a halt. I watched the sets grow bigger as the tide rose. I decided to put on my fins and venture out into the deep to see if I could harness these beasts and perhaps ride one without hurting myself beyond the point of driving home. I paddled out as quickly as I could as to avoid the beating that the waves were intent on giving me.
The water was ice cold, to the point where fingers turned white and numb but time made the pain go away. Once I was far enough out past the breakers I took a moment to rest. I looked around and was finally alone. There was no fear of getting hit in the face by an errant throw of a football. I wasn’t inhaling the sour scent coming from the gobs of sun block that everyone shared. I felt free and in the gentle arms of Mother Nature’s mercy.
My board was slick from the water so I slid forward on it and pushed it in between my thighs to keep me afloat out of the water. I sat for some time waiting for the right wave to come. I looked back at the beach and saw the sand blanketed by people. Some of them waded up to their ankles at the water’s edge, other were in the water on body boards also with me. I remember when I was a little kid being afraid of the water and running from the oncoming waves. As I bobbed up and down with the undulating ocean I saw a fin appear out of the water in front of me, a moment later, another.
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Then nothing. My body froze solid. I couldn’t help but to realize that I was no longer alone in the water. It was humbling to see that there was so much going on around me that I did not know about.
Suddenly, the water parted and the nose of a dolphin appeared. He was moving with such speed his whole body came out of the water like a cannon and followed the shape of a perfect arc as it cut through the atmosphere. His skin glistened in mid-air and looked like a slippery mirror in the hot summer sun. Mist sprayed from his tail as he stretched out in the air, and he shook it in a friendly manner greeting all of us watching. Then with a splash he disappeared back under the water and departed just as quickly as he appeared. Every time I go to the beach I always walk away with a memorable experience.
I can still remember meeting my friends there every summer Thursday when I was a child. Nothing about this place has changed. I still eat sandwiches that crunch with every bite from tiny grains of sand that get captured between the meats. I can still lie out on my towel and have good conversation with buddies that float us away to the times when we couldn’t even drive. This is a place of escape. I can’t wait to see what adventures will come to me the next time..
