June 15, 2009
By Anonymous

The boat’s engine was the only thing detracting from the sights and sounds of paradise. Gentle bobbing turquoise waves, colorful fish that populate the many coral reefs. I let go and start to rise. Everything becomes smaller. The boat’s engine seems to fade into nothing. It’s different up here, quiet; tranquil. The only sound is the gentle breeze passing my ears. I realize someone sitting next to me. No, gliding. A bird; a pelican. It cries out and drifts away, and I am alone again. I am overcome with disappointment as I begin to lower towards the boat. It was worth it.

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