This is the second of my blog posts written while vacationing in Anguilla.
This morning, the waves in front of Tropical Sunset at Shoal Bay East, Anguilla were just right.
In the water I was hypnotized by the unceasing movement of my body, rising and falling as the blue water swells ran towards me. Their energy rushed at and around me over and over again, and I floated through them, buoyant.
An unknown amount of time passed. Finally, I became aware that I was hungry. Lunch beckoned.
When I turned back to shore, the waves, breaking on the white sand, crashed at my legs and sucked me back towards the sea, saying please, don’t go.
Leaving a good conference is like leaving those waves. You don’t want to go. You don’t want to leave the friends you’ve made, the energy that you felt while you were together.
But it’s time.
The only consolation is that you’ll be back next year.
I want to run away and become a pirate. I love your writing.