That first step into the ocean all I registered was the cold, unlike the heat from the sun that beat down on my face and arms. The farther I walked, the more the waters taunted me with their song. The noise on the beach seemed to die away; the need I had to immerse my self in the waves was so great, that the crashing sounds were all I could hear. Standing chest deep in the water I felt as if I had returned to the beginning of my life. Indeed, I had returned to the beginning of all life. I stood there, trying to stay upright, and soaked in that moment of enlightenment. I glanced back at the beach and everything returned to me. I could see women, lying on the beach, roasting. I heard my name being called, a voice telling me that I was getting too deep, and to come back to the sand. Turning around, I trudged back to land, thinking to myself...I'll return someday.