Talk Without Speaking

So..err…I seem to be quoting lyrics lately. Does this mean that I’m looking for meaning in all of this or simply hearing meaning? Regardless, if this was another forum I would be worried about seeming as though I am loosely repeating myself but, seeing as how this is my blog, I don’t care.

This practically never fails to cheer me up because I have dreamed a South Pacific dream. Repeatedly actually. It also makes me think of the rhythm, beauty and unpredictability of the ocean and how recent events might allow me to get intimate with it once again.

Dark skin. Sun-bleached blond hair. Salt encrusted clothing from repeated water fights and refreshing rolls. The infinite sparkle of blinding light across the ocean when the sun is high and the deep foreboding shadowy blues when the sun is low. Getting carried by the swell and feeling the power of it underneath you. Barefoot with 2 pieces of clothing and some sunglasses for two months. The coffee and the wake-up swim before work and the clean-off swim and warm-up coffee at the end. Feeling great, feeling strong, feeling alive.

It all doesn’t sound so bad, does it?