cold hit, the surf silently grey and mysteriously deep, a band of seaweed stirs a murky zone i negotiate swiftly and with nimble agility. the water is remarkably cold against my hot flesh. the sensation is not unpleasant and as i swim out under the surface i am free from it's tensions. out here in the back, free from the seaweed, the sensation of discomfort my meditation hits through into zones of awareness. 
the ocean has a thickness to it this morning, a density far heavier than usual, maybe the mass has changed with the moons influence, i cannot say for certain. the waves are smaller and arrive between seven minites in sets of three, the third being the best. 
my body acts automatically, it knows what to do now, while my mind is gone deep into something murky, deep water, deep thoughts. when i surface the black skies overcasting match the ocean in tone, a flash of lightening on the horizon and the shudder of earthquake sized thunder. i catch that wave back to land, back to mission control, batten down for the storm.