I swear...
The water and wind
Hated
Me...
My sail was being thrashed.
By an invisible force.
It was taken over.
I had
no
Control

The water,
Rolling and foaming
Like a rabid animal

Two foot waves crashing
And thrashing
Right into my board.
I

could


not



stand
I was furious...
I tried to channel my anger
Into
Any recognizable
Sailing position.
Nothing
Was
Working!

Finally!
A break,
As a gust rolls over.
No pounding waves.... Calm
I did not even try
To water start.

All that crossed my mind was to stand up, and
Free by Wind

Sail.

Sand up and
Be free.

As I jumped up,
I snatched the up-haul
Worked to pull my sail out of the water.
Pulling

pulling



pulling
All of a sudden the sail snaps out of the water and
Is inches,
Only inches
From my hand.
I latched on to the boom
Never to let it go.
I sheeted in,
The wind caught...
And
I
WAS
SAILING!
My dad,
On the shore cheering.

My most memorable moments.
I was free
I was happy.
I

was



alive.