Mystic encapsulation

Heading for the sea
Blue sky
Mild spring temperature
The dunes
And the world is changing

The sand is blown up
Its chilly
Cold

On the beach
I experience little visibility
Really not a good time
To go out there
SUP boarding

I prepare myself
And head for the cold water

The mist encapsulates me
The more I am distant from the beach
The more I feel one with the sea

It is so quit over here
I see nobody
I hear nobody

The world seems clear
Organized
Small

Not much to do here
No distraction
No duties
No social intercourse

Just me
And
The waves
The mist
The water
A lonesome gull

I feel I would never be scared out there
Far out there
Shall I go?
I feel at home
Sheltered
Safeguarded

Then
Another magnificent moment
The mist solves
In a circular manner
I see the dunes
Within this natural frame
I see people
Their dogs
And more people

The sun wins the coastal battle

The mystic mist is gone
I am exposed again
Vulnerable

Within some moments
I decide
I will dive back again
Into the peoples world

I take a deep breath
And paddle back

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