Post by Samantha Taylor Marlyn on Jan 13, 2013 23:50:38 GMT -5
You could feel it in the water. It was perfectly still, perfectly calm. Taylor thought she felt a certain energy pulsing through the water as her finger traced the top. It was calm, but something was about to happen. Something big. Something... beautiful. Everyone probably thought Taylor was crazy as she paddled out farther through the water, because there had been no waves that far out that day. It had been mostly calm, but it was about to change.
She paddled out farther, by this time she was probably a quarter mile out. Then she saw it. A wave came in, gigantic and beautiful. In one swift motion, she pushed up on her board with her hands and stood up. The instant adrenaline rush she got was the biggest one she had since living in California. She road the wave, salt spraying in her face and her feet bracing against the board. The wave was the biggest one she had seen at camp so far, so she embraced the thrill and the jolt, along with the serenity of wind rushing at you while water pulsed beneath her feet.
When it crashed at the shore, Taylor had a wide smile on her face. She had been told that the surfing at camp was terrible, but that was better then the surfing on the Gulf of Mexico. But that always happened. She always caught the perfect wave. When she was wearing her seashell necklace, that is.
Taylor's mom had given her a necklace when she was three years old. She had said that it always made her have the best wave, and even have a ''understanding'' with the water. What that meant was that the water would cooperate. It would never throw her off her board--she even said that she could control it to an extent. Just make waves that much bigger, and makes a certain edginess to the water that gives you more of an adrenaline rush.
She reached the shore and stepped off her board, stumbling slightly. The dark haired swimmer sat down at the shoreline. The salt still sprayed her face and her hands where sinking into the sand. Water came up past her as she stared into the horizon. It was beautiful and blue, rippling in the wind like a picture out of focus.
There wasn't many people out that day. Probably because it was only eight (AM), and still kind of cold, so most people wouldn't come out to the beach, even if they where up. But Taylor always got up that early. When she was adopted, it had been a time to escape her positively... normal siblings.
Muse: AMAZING.
Wordcount: 440
Tagged: Anyone and everyone
Notes: First Taylor post! Woot!
