Sand Pebbles Always Make a Zuma Summer

Sand Pebbles Always Make A Zuma Summer

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I decided to take my observations with me out into the world. I find that my imagination wanders off on its own and takes trips to the ocean without me so I figured my body had some catching up to do. With a snap of my fingers and a short ride through the canyon I found myself at my childhood playground, Zuma Beach. Without hesitation I laid my towel down upon the tiny grains and chips of rocks that the oceans might has turned into sand over the years. I took a moment to put my life on hold and gaze at what nature had to offer to me. I reflected upon all of the other places I could have been instead of standing with my toes curling in the warm sandy beach and smiled in appreciation of my situation.

It was perfect weather out for a day at the beach. The clear sky didn’t have a single cloud to block the rays of the radiant sun. I could sense the feeling of ultra relaxation from the outstretched deep blue canopy above and the penetrating warmth that emanated from the sky and wrapped around my skin like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Every once in a while a cool breeze would pass by and ease away the sun’s intense heat bath for brief moment. I could feel grains of sand gently brush over the top of my feet with each gust of wind. The crisp ocean wind flowed through my nasal cavity and stung the inside of my nose. My lungs quivered in surprise at how light and fresh the air was since it was not drudgingly thick with smog or other pollutants. As the salty smell of the water hit my nose, I thought about all the time I had spent waiting in anticipation to get that first refreshing whiff of ocean air that confirmed arrival and signaled the beginning of another exceptional beach experience.

I closed my eyes for a second to take in what I could observe through my auditory senses. The laughter of children and families enjoying the summer day brought a smile to my face as they smoothed the walls of their sand fortresses and played football in the sand. I could hear the ball churn through the air as the laces spun rhythmically from the spiral that left one hand and landed with a quiet thud as it found its way to the intended receiver. The dampened sounds of feet digging into sand were all around me from other visitors coming to plot their spot of temporary beach front residence for the afternoon. I could smell the grill at the snack shack cranking out burgers and grilled cheese sandwiches to customers that were patiently chatting while waiting in line. I thought about the obnoxious sign on the roof of the snack shack that read “FOOD” in bright red letters just incase a skydiver got hungry and needed to know where to land. I listened closer and realized to make itself stand out even more, the snack shack was also serving music out of its loudspeakers to all the beachgoers. The awful screeching sounds of guitar and horrific screaming that sounded like some form of animal torture was being blasted to the masses whether we liked it or not. The thought that little children were being forced to listen to this blood thirsty melee began to make me uncomfortable, but I was interrupted by the thunderous sound of water crashing into itself from above.

I opened my eyes and saw a wall of liquid rapidly churning together in all different directions. As this fluid mountain of water approached me it swelled bigger and bigger and then decided to calm down and slowly flattened out into a slow rolling sea of foam. All was still for a moment but then movement started again and I was in the midst of seeing another wave form. The sea of foam slowed down to a crawl and started to flow backwards. The water began to swirl in a wavy motion picking up speed in the opposite direction that it had just come from. A distance away out in the ocean I could see the water level begin to rise. The flat lake of water in front of me had now turned into a Jacuzzi, flowing and picking up speed towards the elevating ocean that by now had started to take the form of a wall. I could see the liquid in front of me defying gravity and watched it climb up the wall adding to the top, making it taller and taller. The wave gathered like the fist of a boxer drawing his hand back preparing for a powerful strike. Suddenly there was no more top for the flowing river of water to go to and everything came crashing down