There was bright sunlight streaming through the window this morning. One of those mornings that is practically screaming for you to skip breakfast, and showers and soak in some rays. Days like this just don't seem meant for working!
I love mornings like this - when the sun is out, the ocean blue, the cicadas humming away, and barely a breeze to ruffle the leaves on the trees. The beach, being a mere two hundred metres away was my destination, I jogged down the road, barefoot and towel in hand, hopping through the traffic on the busy main road (a bit like that old computer game, frogger!). Getting out and enjoying the day before you have to go work is a great way to wake up.
It’s a habit I have only picked up again recently – the morning swim. The water was so smooth this morning, not much of a wave, but just perfect for a quick dip. The beach was also basically empty, this in itself is not all that unusual – thankfully so!
Heading down the sandy slope (they have been filling the beach recently with… more sand), and towards the high tide mark, along with the usual debris of shells and footprints left by long-gone beach walkers was an assortment of blue-bottles. Ah yes, the common herald of summer on the beaches in Sydney, the blue-bottles had made their way to my beach intent on making my swim this morning a rather stinging experience.
The next five minutes were spent pacing the beach up and down to find a clearer spot to swim. No luck there. The water was too tempting, definitely worth the risk, after all, I could just avoid them in the water, so long as I kept my eyes open, right?
Made it out past the tiny breakers as quickly as possible, and then swam a few strokes up and down the beach, before coming heading back in. It was a short swim.
No worries, no problems.
I walked out of the water, my step a little lighter than before. The slight breeze chilled me a little, and I grabbed my towel from the sand, picked up the house keys and turned to head for home.
As I checked out the water one last time I saw again the little blue bottles all lined up along the shore, occasionally being thrown around by the moving water. I’m sure they stopped a few would-be swimmers this morning. Not me though.
The concrete footpath didn’t seem quite so jarring on the jog back.
... still had to go to work :)
I love mornings like this - when the sun is out, the ocean blue, the cicadas humming away, and barely a breeze to ruffle the leaves on the trees. The beach, being a mere two hundred metres away was my destination, I jogged down the road, barefoot and towel in hand, hopping through the traffic on the busy main road (a bit like that old computer game, frogger!). Getting out and enjoying the day before you have to go work is a great way to wake up.
It’s a habit I have only picked up again recently – the morning swim. The water was so smooth this morning, not much of a wave, but just perfect for a quick dip. The beach was also basically empty, this in itself is not all that unusual – thankfully so!
Heading down the sandy slope (they have been filling the beach recently with… more sand), and towards the high tide mark, along with the usual debris of shells and footprints left by long-gone beach walkers was an assortment of blue-bottles. Ah yes, the common herald of summer on the beaches in Sydney, the blue-bottles had made their way to my beach intent on making my swim this morning a rather stinging experience.
The next five minutes were spent pacing the beach up and down to find a clearer spot to swim. No luck there. The water was too tempting, definitely worth the risk, after all, I could just avoid them in the water, so long as I kept my eyes open, right?
Made it out past the tiny breakers as quickly as possible, and then swam a few strokes up and down the beach, before coming heading back in. It was a short swim.
No worries, no problems.
I walked out of the water, my step a little lighter than before. The slight breeze chilled me a little, and I grabbed my towel from the sand, picked up the house keys and turned to head for home.
As I checked out the water one last time I saw again the little blue bottles all lined up along the shore, occasionally being thrown around by the moving water. I’m sure they stopped a few would-be swimmers this morning. Not me though.
The concrete footpath didn’t seem quite so jarring on the jog back.
... still had to go to work :)
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