I look at the shore line as the sun comes up. I see the vibrant colors of first light. I hear the roar of the ocean as it hits the sand. I hold my board tight as I launch into the waves. The first splash of white foam washes over me, the cold of the early morning makes me feel as if I have been reborn. With each wave I pass, the land gets farther away from me. Into the deep water I go. Out into the rising sun, on the horizon I see the light getting brighter. Then when I can look back and see the land as a mere speck, I turn about and let the sea carry me. My troubles melt away into the salt brine as I hear only the wind and waves around me. As a mother who cradles her child in her arms, the sea holds me fast. As I draw closer to the land the waves rise up to meet me. I feel the rush of life in each one. Then as I rise to the crest and hang 10 for a moment I feel that I can fly. In an instant the feeling has passed and I must turn back and paddle out again. On my journey I go, each time looking to get lost in the rhythm of the waves. Hoping that one day I will simply fade into the foam and become one with the ocean I so dearly love.