6/20/22 Ocean Rider

 Ocean Rider

Riding the waters, no board, nothing but himself, he majestically glided along the ocean's surface. His feet gently brushed through the water, causing small splashes around his ankles. With both arms back and chest pushed out, he commanded the wind behind him, propelling him forward. 

He was like a statue, so still as he quickly surfed on top of the water. Being so far out in the ocean he had no worries of being seen, being deemed strange. He could simply be himself, unique with his power, but free to just be. 

He loved the feeling of the wind mixed with the ocean mist as he traveled the seas. Occasionally he would pass by a boat. He would see the faces staring at him, confused, but he would just continue on as if they weren’t there. No one ever seemed to care for more than a few seconds, they would deem it an illusion of the ocean.

Being an ocean rider was so much fun for him. With so much water covering the earth, he never ran out of places to go. He did not know if he was one of a kind or if there were others. The ocean was so large, the chances of finding another like himself were slim.

He did not know why he had this power or what it was for. Part of him hoped it was not meant for anything other than to travel the seas with ease. But still a part of him reasoned there must be a purpose. If there was such a purpose he had yet to find it. For now, he will relish in his gift, enjoying the freedom of gliding over the ocean's surface whenever he pleases.


The End

6/20/22


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