Pilsen

I am using natural light to guide my thoughts onto this page. My view is one of palm trees and other vegetation, surrounding a rushing pool. This pool is encompassed with colorful, tropical flowers and a sculptured rock wall. The water flowing is a bright sea green with a dark blue shade. It is beautiful, however unnatural. The ocean, on the other side of me, is real. I can hear the waves breaking and I can visualize the scene from my memory and the many stories I’ve heard from surfers that have traveled around the world, attempting to describe the conditions from their own experiences. The waves here, I have been told, are thick and heavy. There are very few corners and many close-outs. It’s hard to ride any of them for a long time, but a knowledgeable surfer can take these not so decent conditions and use the close-outs to his/her personal benefit.
They say this beach is beautiful, that it is gorgeous. I can agree. I sat on the black sands earlier today and burned while enjoying the view. I have been given this time in my life to lay back, relax, smile, and be in the moment. I have few to no distractions except the thoughts I create in my mind. I am allowed to see this simple world in its rawest form. I have with me, on this wooden table my pen and paper to give my mind a rest as I clear its contents on the page. Next to my writing pad, I have a large bottle of water to hydrate me in this hot, humid, intense heat. I also have a bottle of tea tree oil to save me from the consistent itch of bug bites I obtain in my sleep. Its powerful aroma gives me clarity as it seeps through my nostrils. The last thing on this table is an unopened, slightly warm Costa Rican beer. I have tried, but it cannot be opened. So, it stares at me and I at it, both wondering when we will meet, and when that time comes, will it be too late? As I have grown I have had many experiences to be thankful for. I am thankful for the time when the sea parts just for me to walk through onto the other side. Life is wonderful in this way.