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An Early Morning at Sea

The calm ocean waters took on a golden tone as the first rays of dawn emerged from the horizon

By Abdelkrim FaghmousPublished about a year ago 4 min read

An Early Morning at Sea

The calm ocean waters took on a golden tone as the first rays of dawn emerged from the horizon. The sun, a blazing sphere, rose gradually, bathing the sky in a beautiful display of pastel colors, including deep blue, orange, and pink. Crisp and salty, the morning air had the promise of a fresh day.

I stood in the bow, enjoying the cool breeze brushing over my face as the boat bounced softly in the waves. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing over the hull produced a calming tune that was a sharp contrast to the cacophonous din of daily existence. This was my haven—a place where I could retreat from the bustle of the city.

The water was a huge blue expanse that seemed to go on forever, broken only now and then by whitecaps that gleamed in the sunlight like diamonds. There was a sense of limitless freedom as the horizon appeared to merge perfectly with the sky. I closed my eyes and took a long breath, enjoying the ocean's freshness blended with the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the cabin.

The world around me started to awaken as the sun continued to rise. With their silhouettes racing across the sky, seabirds let forth cries. A gaggle of birds descended, skimming the water with ease as they looked for their morning food. One of them dove smoothly, breaking the surface with a splash and emerged victorious with a small fish in its beak. I watched in wonder as I did.

I looked back at the boat, appreciating its fine workmanship. With its white sails gently wafting in the morning breeze, the sailboat was robust. The sails promised exploration and excitement, much like wings. I was giddy with anticipation at the prospect of sailing out and exploring new territory.

I made the decision to hoist the sails after a quick breakfast of toast and jam. I was excited by the sound of the sails unfurling and the ropes groaning. I imagined the voyage ahead while I worked—the undiscovered ports of call, the secret coves, and the tales that awaited discovery. Every second spent at sea seemed like a new story just begging to be written.

The boat started to glide easily over the waves after the sails were set. The sound of the wind whispering and the soft slapping of water on the hull was all that was audible because the engine was off. I experienced an inexplicable sensation of belonging and a deep connection to the sea. I was but a tiny portion of the living, pulsating force that was the ocean.

A group of dolphins playing in the distance caught my attention as I was navigating the waters. Their elegant bodies gracefully sliced through the water as they leapt with delight. Mesmerized by their teasing antics, I turned to go closer. As they swam next to the boat, their whistles and clicks producing a sound that reverberated throughout the sea, I was filled with awe.

I was delighted to see the dolphins because they made me appreciate the wonders of nature and the small things in life. They seemed to be encouraging me to join in on their joyful game, so I chuckled as they danced around. All of my concerns momentarily vanished, to be replaced with a feeling of satisfaction and serenity.

The sky became a clear, beautiful blue canvas as the sun rose higher in the sky. I made the decision to moor up close to a remote cove that I had found on earlier expeditions. Surrounded by high cliffs and abundant flora, the cove was an undiscovered gem. It seemed to be a place where time had stopped, a haven where I could be in one with the natural world.

I dove into the water, feeling the coldness of it on my skin. The ocean was a kaleidoscope of hues, from sparkling turquoise to deep indigo. I lay on my back and looked up at the sky, observing the fluffy clouds that occasionally drifted by idly. Everything seemed calm, a wonderful diversion from the actual world.

I eventually made it to the coast, where the warm, welcoming sand awaited me. I took a seat and felt the grains move under my fingers. I was engrossed in listening to the soft sound of the waves crashing against the swaying leaves as if time had stopped. I was filled with a profound sense of gratitude for the beauty all around me in this peaceful spot.

As the morning progressed, I made my way back to the boat with a full heart and a refreshed soul. The sea has a healing quality and a way of bringing back the pleasures of modesty. I experienced a revitalized feeling of purpose with each wave that shook the boat, as though the water was whispering secrets that only I could hear.

I raised the sails again, eager to go back on my journey. The sails were seized by the wind, which propelled me into the wide unknown. Every second spent at sea served as a reminder of the wonders of life, the value of pausing, and the necessity of appreciating our surroundings.

I took the memories of that wonderful morning—a morning full of amazement, happiness, and a deep bond with the sea—as I sailed toward the horizon. It served as a reminder that, on sometimes, spending some time in nature is all we need to rediscover who we are.

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About the Creator

Abdelkrim Faghmous

Focusing lately on short stories andMoney You Deserve drawn from life experience

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