I want to write about # 86

I remember letting my eyes wander over the pure blueness. It moved with such grace and elegance. I look up and hold my breath and jump. I let its coolness surround my body. everything goes dark and calm. I float back up to the surface and open my eyes. the water its jumping in all directions now. Bigger waves start up, I see them from miles away before they reach me. My arm are pumping to keep my mouth above the water and I let my legs dangle. M knees, ankles, thighs, and calf's are completely relaxed in the dark blue liquid. I breath slowly letting my head tip backwards. My hair surrounds my shoulders and now swims along side of me. My hair moves and dances with the rhythm of the water. I can feel each strand of golden brown hair move next to me in a jagged pattern. I gather up my muscles and swim back to shore. I look out at the blue ocean once more. But why do people say the ocean is blue? Its so much more then that. At first glance its dark blue, but in the right sunlight its a light blue. As you look down at the ocean the waters turns as dark as indigo and black. at times the ocean its even pink and orange from the sunset which rests on it at the end of the day. The ocean always sparkles, its like there's magic sprinkled on top of it. Magic that makes you feel peaceful as soon as you dip your body into it.