Floating in the Ocean at Malibu Beach Was the Moment I Knew I Had Finally Healed

On strawberries, sunshine, and saltwater

Kitty Williams
Age of Empathy

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Photo by Alexandre Weiss from Pexels — cropped by author

“Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two”

— Olivia Rodrigo, deja vu

When I arrived in Malibu on a glorious August day, I stepped onto the sandy beach and ran to greet the ocean as her waves rushed up to meet me in a joyous reunion. We had been apart for far too long.

It had been many years since I’d visited the beach, let alone stepped foot in the ocean, and I’d missed her terribly. Sometimes I’m struck by such a deep longing to visit her that I almost think I can hear her calling to me.

She plays a little too rough sometimes. She splashes me and the strong taste of salt overwhelms my tongue. She knocks me down, dragging me over the coarse sand, and then pushes me back towards the shore with her powerful swells as I struggle to regain my footing.

An ethereal day unfolded under a clear blue sky and benevolent sun. A light breeze played with my hair and tickled my skin. It’s sweltering in California during the summertime, but by the water, it was a perfect 78 degrees Fahrenheit.

My friends and I set up our umbrellas and beach chairs. We check out the hot lifeguards nearby…

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Kitty Williams
Age of Empathy

writer of sad poetry & essays on feminism, politics, LGBTQ, religion & whatever else I feel like. bookworm, stargazer, daydreamer & devoted mom to fur babies