Searching for Solace

[Clare James]

Searching for Solace
by CLARE JAMES

The first touch of light, stirring us from beneath the blankets.
Coffee brewing in anticipation.
Moorland graced by rainbows, a lone surfer, framed by a vibrant arch of colour.
Etched in my memory.

Raw powerful swells, erupting along the shore.
Wind tearing at our wayward jackets. 
Swell lines sweep in, breaking perfectly onto unforgiving reefs and windswept beaches.
Drawing me in.

Our trusty van providing shelter, from the insistent wind,
We struggle into cold, soggy wetsuits.
Damp from yesterdays session, numb fingers, pulling up hoods and fastening zips. 
The paddle out calls.

The rip running strong, whips us easily to the empty peak.
A-frame’s of glassy perfection,
We paddle until our arms grow numb, breathless with exertion and excitement.
Just one more wave

The fire beckons, a cosy glow from the van guides me across slippery rocks.
Darkness falls, the fire crackles,
Toasty once again, satisfied from a long, invigorating session.
Ready for tomorrow.

Solace was found, within the oceans tender embrace and along the lonely shore.
The ocean heals.
A calmness decends, whilst watching eagles soar and otters hunt.
A new perspective forms.