A Simple Storybook

Ocean thoughts.

I sat silently on a rock looking out to the sea. I wish I could go there, to see for myself what lies beneath the surface of the water. I smile at the thought of swimming with the beautiful fish, seeing the amazing colors. In a way, swimming is like flying. You can go as high or as low as the water reaches, with nothing above or below you. You don't need a solid object to support you. Just you and the open sea. It's my dream to live under the ocean. Since I was a little kid I've wanted to breathe under water as if it were air. I would have a beautiful tail and swim as far as I could go. No restrictions. Nothing to hold me back. Just me and the open water. I close my eyes for a moment and try to imagine flying. Nothing above me, nothing below me. And I smile again.