Another wave. The boat sways up and down, it’s sides scraping against the already frayed tyres suspended loosely along the sea front. There is a wave of orange that descends from the boat and quickly and chaotically de-oranges and continues along the walk way bursting into a multitude of colors.
After the last of the passengers have de boarded the walk way is once again an empty brown interrupted with a burst of orange life vests carelessly piled up.
I sigh. I am bored. A new place has always had a positive effect on me. But today it is not working.
Somewhere between the boat and the fading horizon, two seas and an ocean mingle. But all I see is water. Not that I make an effort to see anything, really.“This is me Lord. I wonder who I am . I feel I am a million things I am not.”
I walk down to the water’s edge balancing my feet on the loose rocks. A scurrying bug scares me and I land flat on the hard surface of the rock. My butt is hurt from the fall. Now that my down I decide to settle on the rock.Maybe this is what people call rock bottom. I smile at the irony. Hit -Rock – bottom!
I stare at the sea for a long time. I sigh. Ah! well I am here, I might as well take the boat to the palm sized island. I pick up my bag and get up to an epiphany. I was down and now I am up and on my way!That is the thing about hitting rock bottom. Once you get there, there is only one way and that is UP!