The Boy by the Sea

He pedaled fast, he pedaled hard, till all he could see was the sea. He rode on the shore till he came to a spot where it was only him, far from the maddening weekend crowd.

He placed his cycle against some rocks, cause his stand seemed to sink in the wet sand, and made his way towards the sea. He stood there staring at the vast body of water that lay in front of him.

He marveled at the majesticness of the sea, how endless it was. He couldn’t tell where sea ended and where the sky began. Somehow it seemed like they merged into each other, the sea and sky becoming one. Was that even possible, he wondered. The waters of the sea reflecting the sky above. The greyness of the skies above lent to the greyness of the waters in the sea below. Did the sea even have a colour of its own, after all wasn’t water supposed to be colourless? But still he had seen the sea in different hues, at different points in the day, at different places he had been.

Somehow the sea reflected the state of his mind. Dull, grey, restless. And there was so much similarity between them. Both were vast, endless, the holders of many secret and sunken treasures, if you were just willing to tap into the wealth of potential that lay hidden below the surface.

He closed his eyes and let the sound of the waves that rose and broke on the shore, that crashed upon the rocks ,wash upon him. There was something so soothing about the sound of the waves. He could sit there and listen to it the whole day. If he had a whole day to spare.

Though he grew up in the mountains, if you could call three years in the boarding growing up, he always felt one with the sea. There was something majestic about the sea, it seemed so calm, but in its fury it could swallow anything whole, just ask the Egyptian, nothing could stand in its  way, an ecosystem unto itself, there were no telling how many worlds were out there, if there were worlds under the sea.

And as he stood there the sun slowly began set, giving the sea a magnificent red-orange glow, as if the sea itself was on fire from swallowing the sun.

And when the last rays of the sun passed through and world was enveloped in darkness, the sea turned a shade of inky blue, He knew it was time to return back to the life he knew, but not before he said goodbye to sea, not forever, just for the moment, because he knew he would always be the boy by the sea.