Ocean of love

I went for a swim with R at the Victoria park pool on Sat evening and remembered how beautiful it was to swim in the Adriatic sea. Swimming in Hvar and Dubrovnik blessed me with a breakthrough… I fell in love with the ocean unexpectedly. I already love the sea, the beach being Australian. As one is surprised to fall in love again with something one already loved, much like the surprising moments when I feel the full force and magnitude of love I have for R my husband.

I have always loved the ocean, but as a frolicker rather than a swimmer, I would only venture out far enough to splash myself, never into the waters where my toes loose contact with the sand bed. This all went away in Croatia. The lichen covered pebbled seabed was meters deep and friendly fishes distracted me with their dance. Sandwiched between the blue of the sky and the aquamarine of the ocean, I was a speck in God’s world, the fish and me, we were both really just as microscopic.