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How many people have sung the
praises of the sea? There must be millions of short stories and poems and
novellas and yer actual big airport books that discuss, dissect, love and
hate the ocean. Up until this time, I have not been one of this group because,
after my early teen years, I've always associated the sea with the beach,
which is then associated with Summer, which is intrinsically linked with
a very bad case of sunburn I was once inflicted with - even though I was
incongruously wearing a thick black suit in the middle of the day I managed
to get extremely burned on the only exposed part of my body - the ankle
where my pants had ridden up.
However, this morning I went
for a short bike ride along my beloved Illawarra bike track and the ocean
was just about all there was - simply glorious. The sea spray tingling
in every (laboured) breath I took. That damned ever-glittering surface
that made me very happy indeed (even though I just KNOW that a small carcinoma
is forming somewhere on my face because of it). The light, exhilarating
breeze, the energetic people sweating every which way you looked and the
little doggies playing catch-up (and an actual combination of these with
a running mum pushing a pram containing a baby and, in it's own little
alcove near the wheels, a puffed out silky terrier).
It was ALL fantastic : except
for that stupid big hill on the way home.