losing my glasses...letting go

So today, I went to the beach. My earliest beach memories include my dad and my mum taking us out with beach mats, drinks and sandwiches. It was fun Then I grew up and it was cooler to go with friends. And then I just stopped going. The beach seems like a place you go when you have a party. Not 'just because'. But 'just because' I did, today, with my colleagues from #NGT. It was so much fun. Wore a yellow dress, wore a hat, wore sandals, took pictures, held a novel, bought some drinks, had some laughs. And stood by the water. Now it would have ended with just that, but I saw people like Thomas and Dieter and Lanre and Yemi pushing the boundaries and enjoying the waves. And I wanted to experience that. So I asked Thomas to hold me as I went a little further. O my! The rush when the waves hit you. But the assurance you have knowing someone is holding you and keeping you from falling in. Like how God holds us and we really should stop panicking. God has got you my friend. So the one big wave came and soaked me. And someone asked, "tosyn, where are your glasses?". And I realised, they were gone with the waves. We did make a spirited effort to look for them. But yeah right. Bye Bye companion. Got those glasses on New Year's Day. At the Children's section cos my old pair had been broken the night before. And I wore them since then and never got a spare. Now I am home (and hiding from my mum who's mad at me for getting soaked seeing as I am ill), and wearing some old pair I found which works a little well for my short sightedness but not for my astigmatism. So it's back to me seeing the world as it slopes. I really wish I could screen capture how my eyes see things at this moment. Bye red glasses, you served me well. But hello the best ten minutes of my day. I feel alive!