Hit by the wave

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I always take a few happy snaps when I’m at the beach.

I went for a dip at Avalon Beach on Saturday, but I’ve photographed it so many times, from so many angles.

Searching for a new aspect over the weekend, I edged up near rocks at the ocean pool for some dramatic wave action.

I wanted to capture the moment the waves hit the rocks and went whooshing high up into the air.

I kept missing it and was about to give up when the mother of all waves hit the rocks and exploded over me … I screeched and tried to run, but it was too late. All I could do was turn my back and hold my phone as high in the air as I could to try and protect it.

I was totally drenched, my beach towel was totally drenched, my thongs were drifting out to sea, the phone was splattered with water and a man had to chase after me as I dripped off the beach to return my lost sunglasses …

DD was very amused and tried to take a photo – on my phone – of my spectacularly bedraggled appearance, but it had jammed.

When I recovered from the initial shock, I started laughing. It was quite the oooops moment.

It feels like a metaphor for my life right now. A giant wave has crashed over me and I’m recovering from the shock.

I’m sorry to be so vague, but I’m still not ready to talk about it.

I went for a walk with a friend on Saturday – she’s had a giant wave crash over her too – and we wondered when we’ll be be able to walk together and just talk about the shoes we’ve bought or the place we went for dinner rather than our latest harrowing life moment.

Our late 40s weren’t meant to be quite so tumultuous. The seas weren’t supposed to be so rough.

But they are.

We will make it through.

We might feel a little bedraggled, but if we can laugh together we’ll be OK.

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Hit by the wave

    • Cathy, I am really, really lucky in so many ways. It’s the way I would describe myself, oddly enough, despite all the icky stuff. But I am a bit over the drama.

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