That Wetsuit Smell

The smell of the wetsuit brings it back –

the cold early mornings,

the sunsets watched from the water

shivering in a carpark as it grew dark

and bundling wet things into plastic bags.

The smell of wetsuit lingers

on my skin longer after it’s peeled away

and all that’s left are aching muscles.

It brings back the memory

of water swirls around my feet

sails raised up into the wind

as we push our boards into the sea.

Finding that Calm Place

A year ago I was in a pretty bad state. I knew it at the time, but probably not how much. I’d had a rough few months and then had to leave my university city and return home, which was quite an upheaval. Although it was the right thing for me, it was a huge wrench at the time and took months for me to adjust. I was shattered, lost, and scared. I went through a pretty low patch over the winter, and took a while to pull myself out of it.  I was worried about everything – from  sleeping and having to talk to people, to getting into my car and walking into rooms of strangers. But I got through it (with some help).

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