A Melancholy Joy

Heavy dark clouds hanging above the ocean are gently but relentlessly being pulled downwards, stretched in hazy dark arcs. Little white fluffy clouds float playfully and effortlessly above the land. Above me the narrow blue sky stretches endlessly along the shoreline.

I sit on my surfboard in the glassy calm water between the large melancholy dark clouds and the joyous little white clouds. The cool water cleanses me. I paddle into a little wave. I glide along its surface. My body moves without instruction and I briefly enter a tube. I feel that I am playing with, and almost making love with natures energy as she reveals herself to me in brief pulses as the swells become waves.

I become surrounded by little circles as rain drops lazily land in the water around me. The rain drops momentarily attempt to bounce back to the sky, surprised by the strange feel of the ocean. They then contently descend again as they recall their beautiful place of origin.

I feel so lucky as nature shows me a new emotion of the blissful coexistence of melancholy and joy. My spirit feels at home and energised as I join with all the beautiful energy surrounding me.