Ruminations on the End of Term

Today was the best day I've had in a long, long time - ranks up in the top 5 days of the past year, up there with Ditch Day and Christmas.

I started out with a history exam at 9 after waking at 7:40 to study... compared to o chem and vertebrate evolution, this was cake mix. As refreshing as a gentle summer breeze. I finish that exam in high spirits, turn it in, and find out that a bunch of moles are going to Zuma Beach - even better.

6 hours later, after basking in the sun, bodysurfing for hours, and generally enjoying myself among friends, I'm feeling better than I have in weeks. It's strange that things only began looking up at the end of this year - the rest could've been straight from hell.

And, of course, I have poetry to add - for some reason, the beach always inspires me to write something. Oddly enough, this one seems to be a pretty good analogy for tech. One of these days, I might actually polish it into something decent.
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Wading out into the chilled, ice-blue ocean
Waves breaking into foam, lapping against my feet, ankles, knees...
Rises to my waist
Swells approaching
Ready... wait... wait... now!
Push up from bottom,
Rise with the wave swelling above my shoulders and
Sink as it passes on its journey shoreward.
Watch it continue on its path to the shore
Curls and eddies of driven sand swirling beneath its surface, and send
Tendrils of its dying breath onto the beach

Distracted, I turn to face the next wave
Breaking scant feet away, and feet above my head
Creamy foam and drops of water spattering my face
Caught offguard
Leap upwards into the angry white turbulence, a chance to rise above...
Borne downwards, battered by the churning sea
Tumbling up left right down around down right left down
Fighting for up, sweet air, clawing into the sand
Gasp - air!
Next swell rises above, filling my mouth
Inhale salty brine, cough, shoved under again
Tossed along at the waves' mercy
Until the raging waters slow, and
Deposit me in shallower waters

Surfacing,
Gulping sweet air into brine-drenched lungs
Laughter spilling from my lips, I turn
Face the next wave...