As I walked closer to the sea shore, the more frightened I became. Once upon a time the ocean was the safest place to be. It was like going back home, and being in my mother's arms. But it has been a while since I immerse myself in the deep blue sea, I was unsure if I could handle its power. There was no time to hesitate. I know today was my very last chance to swim in the waves before the cold winter approaches.
I felt weak as I swam slowly away from the beach. Waves hit my face hard without sympathy. It was a dangerous act to swim without any estimation of my strength. But it's too late to rethink. I was thrilled to swim to the platform again.
There were four platforms floating across the sea in the beach's length. Sunset was just half an hour away, leaving the platform I was swimming to to be empty. Victor, who is my childhood buddy, used to sit on a platform with me for the whole day. Letting the mad sun to kiss our skin was how we spent an ordinary summer day together. Sometimes we fell into silence, doodling in random thoughts in our heads. Then we shared what we thought of in the silent moment. But the highlight of the day is always diving in the sea from the platform. Victor was my teacher. I spent 3 days learning the skills in a week, and he was there to guide me. Of course we both had red hot sun burn afterward. And diving in the sea has become our favorite activity to do.
Spending my time on an empty platform was not bad, although it would be nice to bed accompanied by Victor. But I got the blue sky and warm sunshine with me. I dived from one platform, and swam to next one. Nothing matters except the dive. Life suddenly became fabulous. This is how much I like diving in the sea. As I tried to slowed down my dive, the experience and the feeling became more vivid to me. The moment of forever, thanks to my golf swing.
To be continued......
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