After several recurring dreams this week of looking for the ocean, I finally made it to Ocean Beach yesterday with a friend. It was deliciously warm and we walked and walked and walked until my legs ached and my skin felt dry and salty.
And then, I did something that I never do in San Francisco. I jumped into the ocean. (If you’ve ever felt the water here you’ll know why.)
At first I just waded in and rolled up my pants so they wouldn’t get wet. And as I waded further and further out I couldn’t resist. I dove into the ocean, clothes and all.
And it was glorious.
I felt transformed, alive, joyous.
It was the best day I’ve had in a really, really long time…