Deep Blue Allegory

Summer air envelopes me like a veil. It’s humid, but not in a heavy way. Rather, the air’s quality is like a warm mist, only it’s not misting now. 

A seashell slices through my heel and blood trickles through the grains of sand, forging an odd coalescence. I continue walking, heel to toe as usual.

These seashells decorate the shoreline on a seam between land and sea. Combinations of scorching sun rays and water droplets illuminate the jades, lavenders, and tyrians where tides now barely touch them. My left-hand clutches a ridged, black half of a clamshell - the most impeccable one I saw today. 

This shell holds memories of beach days, the dog daze, and nostalgic ways. 

As a kid, I was attracted to the vibrant, luminescent, although broken, shells. Look! Look at all the colors in this one! Then you learn the commonality associated with the jagged colorful ones and shift to sifting through in search of the symmetrical, valuable ones.

Oceans breathe high and low tides connecting to the land of the conscious living. Beachgoers splash, splish, float, and swim in a dance with deep blue depths.

Sit with it, sit still, and hear its whispers and roars as it beckons you to obey its power. See shells and dolphins to explore its gifts. Witness storms interacting with the waves with strength and force, in a well-understood yet mysterious balance.

I wonder if we could better understand the sea, she who lives within our subconscious, representing ego and unexplainable action. There she is, acting in pure natural form and unsullied evolutionary instinct to respond to the threat of provocation. What if we could illustrate every detail and every depth of her contaminants? 

My eyes linger on a catamaran whisking atop the sun-streaked navy blue as the captain navigates the sea breeze. My musings dissipate as I study the sand for another shell.